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I woke up this afternoon, ready to stumble through my exercises and maybe have some gnocchi for lunch (thus negating the exercises completely), and found something in my mailbox that I really wasn't expecting.



Gajwg;ioawgkaWJGPIAWGMAWG! Autographed! Oh my god! And apparently there's an awesome Jason story to go with this too:

chickyoops: the guy who sold it to me bought the pictures, but seeing that's he's a middle aged guy he didn't want to get them signed himself, hehe. so he asked the con manager to get them and while he waited for the man to come back a roar and claps evolved in the autograph room. soon after the con manager came back with the pictures and asked, "Did you hear it?" And he did and asked what it was. Jason had laughed seeing the pictures and then stood up, pulled his shirt up to show off his chest. "I still look the same!"

AHAHA SO UM. HOLY SHIT. Thank you so so much, chickyoops! I also really enjoyed the note on the front of the package about me weeping like a two-year-old! Prepare for about a billion hugs in October when you come to visit. Oh my god. Holy shit. I just. *FLAIL*  ♥♥♥