So, in order to distract myself, I've been looking through my old photos. Which is fun and brings on a wave of nostalgia sufficiently cathartic to make me not care about my brother's idiocy anymore. [Especially as I have since received two lovely offers of cat-help: Thank you so very, very much! You know who you are. <3]
I just found a photo of
fuchs, three years ago, when she got the phone call that they'd get the bigger flat instead of the small one under the roof. I can't believe I took a photo of that phone call! Hah. It's strangely amusing.
I am half-tempted to scan a bunch of those old photos - mostly those of myself, though - and make a humongous picspam ("My life (or at least the last 10 years) in pictures"). But then, nah. Too much work. Besides, nobody really wants to see pictures of me as a girl scout, do they? >.<<
I just found a photo of
I am half-tempted to scan a bunch of those old photos - mostly those of myself, though - and make a humongous picspam ("My life (or at least the last 10 years) in pictures"). But then, nah. Too much work. Besides, nobody really wants to see pictures of me as a girl scout, do they? >.<<