For those wondering what my depression was, it’s that I’ve been hearing so much about fancy conventions, such as BronyCon, and my inability to attend for several reasons (financial issues, too much worktime, can’t drive)…so I often hear others bragging about having a good time while I’m stuck, surrounded by the coworkers I hate. Then one day, I decide to soothe my depression by commissioning this. And, well, the rest is history.
I am, actually. Thanks!
Damn… I thought this party was for me.