I'm spent in terms of energy, motivation and drive. I managed to fix the professional recorder's power cable, only to be careless to wreck the ribbon cable for the tape head on my Walkman.

I can no longer contact my fursuit maker and am still at the mercy of her taking as long as she wants. Her self imposed deadline is this Wednesday, and I saw no progress over the weekend, coming off of tons of progress done on Friday.

I went missing for 26 hours from Thursday, through Friday and into Saturday. I just needed time to accept the eventuality that it was not going to be done on time. I went from park to park for the entirety of Friday, trying to get myself to accept eventuality.

Nobody believes what I say now. When I said this to the fursuit maker for some sympathy, I got none and she obviously thought I was lying, turning into a bad person.

Near the end of my missing time, I went to Silvershock's place and he welcomed me with open arms only to start digressing down towards an internal grudge as the police started showing up, then I intruded his personal time with his GF, and then did more things the next morning to make me feel worse about myself.

The only good thing that happened this weekend was the professional recorder's power cable got fixed. Other than that, nothing. I still am on edge now that it's going to be 3 days to the deadline and now I'm powerless to get any guarantees on anything.

Sleeping the days away seems like a very good option once again.

Edit: Just got an update and she used a completely different dark fur for the feetpaws. (more like black velvet fur instead of charcoal) The old eyes have been removed from the head and the hair wig was removed in prep for padding out the head more.