When real things happen to imaginary people

Over on Twitter, @cherry_faery gave me what is probably one of my favorite compliments ever: You look kinda like what would happen if Dave Vanian and Patricia Morrison became one person. I mean that in a good way. ALL YOUR GOTH POINTS BELONG TO ME. Ahem.

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I am learning (slowly) that as I get older, I HAVE to get enough sleep. Sure, I can function on less sleep than I need, but not only does it make me fuzzy-brained, but it also puts me in a horrible mood. The cruel joke being that not only am I an insomniac who needs chemical intervention to fall asleep at a reasonable time, but that mornings have never gotten any easier.

To sum up: why yes, I loathe Daylight Savings Time, and no, my body clock has not adjusted yet. Ugh.

Because I seem to have a knack for stumbling upon this sort of thing too late, this is a completed auction for the sort of ankh pendant I've been trying to find for ages.



See?! It's not the Alchemy Gothic "ankh of the dead" that you can find everywhere. Why can't I find this version? Whyyyyy?!

::stamps tiny feet::

I have an ankh very similar to this, made long ago by Jesse Skellington. But alas, the sheath for mine has long since vanished, and Jesse doesn't seem to be responding to attempts to contact him.

Yes, I know it's a ridiculous cliché. But I wants one. So! Have any of you lovely folks seen this sort of ankh w/ a sheath available anywhere, one that isn't the ubiquitous Alchemy Gothic version? (Which, yes, I do own, because my ankh collection is just that silly. But oh, if I could find one of the silver bladed ankhs w/ sheath! I would be a happy ElderGoth indeed.)