Gratitude

[maculategiraffe]

You guys? You guys are awesome. THANK YOU to everyone who pitched in to buy from my Emergency Hoarded Luxuries Sale, THANK YOU to everyone who pimped the sale on their journal, and THANK YOU times a billion to everyone who bypassed the whole perfume thing and just kicked in a donation out of sheer kindness. You made a seriously upsetting incident (my poor, poor dear computer!) into an occasion to realize anew just how neat people can be. Thank you so much. With the help of your generous donations and proceeds from the sale, I now have a working plan: if worst comes to worst and my poor baby is really no more (it's currently in the shop undergoing last-ditch diagnosis), my dad is going to sell me his subcompact Acer notebook, which he bought for himself a couple of months ago but which he has decided is too small for him to comfortably use. I have teeny hands, so this should not be a problem for me. And I shall name it Hermia.

I will try to deserve your great generosity, and to keep y'all updated on the situation. And to everybody who purchased, I'll plan to get your stuff mailed out on Tuesday, after the holiday.

(In the meantime, I have ten pages of a Bran training cutscene written in a spiral notebook. I'm... I think I may actually be unstoppable.)



Mr. Giraffe: "People are sending you their money just because your laptop died?"
Me: "Didn't I tell you my readers were the nicest people in the entire world?"
Mr. Giraffe: "Awww! Well, it seems like you deserve it. You put a lot of work into those stories. And I'm sure they're very nice stories, if you like that sort of thing."
Me: "What sort of thing?"
Mr. Giraffe: "Penises in the bum."