From FroliCon

I'm in the blue sweater, with my hair up in a bun with the flower.
Of course. I go to sex con looking like a prude.

My tweets

• Sat, 14:08: just closed a deal in 22 hours on EchoSign eSignature solution https://t.co/tccncrzTZS
• Sat, 14:58: Indiegogo has revised yet again. Contributing at the $30 level gets you an official Angelia Sparrow t-shirt,... http://t.co/P3666qlHcn
• Sat, 15:11: Indiegogo additions http://t.co/S8URm3ruRt
• Sat, 20:48: A busy couple of days http://t.co/ACkbY27MSP
• Sat, 23:14: Jobs applied for today http://t.co/wYo1LcjrSI
• Sun, 01:29: From FroliCon http://t.co/7b3I10jAdc

Well foo

So it's the Black Moon, the second occurrence of a new moon within a month. Spells tonight are especially effective.

I decided why not? Can't hurt on the job hunt, right? I mean, I keep doing applications, but hear nothing. So, when one has done all one can, one asks for outside help.

I caught a cold just WRITING the spell.

I can do warding all day long. I can throw protection with no ill effects.

Let me do a summoning, an evocation? Bammo, sick! Always head and chest colds.
Ghosts and spirits do a number on my stomach, but magic dumps me into asthmatic bronchitis about half the time.

Sigh, what kind of witch am I if just writing about magic makes me sick?