I am the terror that flaps in the- wait.

So tired. Exhausted, even! Bushed. Tuckered. Weary. Done in. And my head hurts and I'm queasy and and and...

And I could have gone to bed at a decent hour last night, but I didn't. Instead, I got a package! And through it, yea, I did plumb the depths of my geekitude. Also the depths of overused photoshop filters, hurray!




That's my girl, Eleanor, ready to strike fear into the hearts of evildoers XD