I have pulled myself out of a chocolate induced coma long enough to write about said coma. I got a new tablet, so I've been getting a lot of art done. But the best part was reconciling with my estranged aunt. I found out she hasn't contacted me in four years because she's been legitimately terrified of me since I went off on her in an angry email exchange when shit with my dad's family was going on and my validity as a human being was in question(GREAT self-esteem booster, btw). I had apologized for that email since she wasn't really who I needed to be angry at like three years ago, but apparently she was just too scared to contact me until now. I'm not one to complain, because I'm terrible at communicating with others, but four years is a little much even for me. But, she's talking to me and that's all that matters right now.