Okay. Tags are getting done today.

[life] So, I'm sick. Like. Sick, sick, sick.

[nsfw] Skip underwear. Because I feel like it.

Coward's Bromley post.

Skip clubbing outfits inside:

I am 5 sales away from a down-payment on a used car I want.

[rp] Tomorrow, hopefully, there will be tags. Sunday at least.

Replurking Sebastian Moran on the TDM.

Name of the game: Dress for success!

[work] ...Well. One of my appointments tomorrow was hoping for a sort of date. This will be... interesting.