I’m pretty sure back-to-back conventions were the Grim Reaper’s finest invention. I feel like death. I feel like death gently warmed over, to be fair, rather than death squirming with maggots. So it could be worse. But it isn’t an amazing day. (P.S: Sorry for this being an out-of-season Bargain Bucket. I was squished by meetings last night. Boo.) While I endeavor to make myself into a coherent human being again, enjoy this bucket of bargains. This very strange plushie is from Ross. (And apologies for a very short Bargain Bucket. I’m wilting from bacteria.)
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