Emergency Room

Yes, this is indeed the big fooker I have been bitching about for quite sometime. It's 2 feet tall by 2 1/2 feet wide. It involved a lot of cardboard (all those tiles bitches, cut and painted and glued), a lot of gluesticks and hot glue scorching my tender flesh (it hurt like owies), a lot of paint (so far up my nails it's in my blood), a lot of wire and tape, and a lot of my freaking time. If you could, direct your attention to the iv blood bags, because they were evil little bitches, and still not completely watertight, and the syringe on the table, which has never been and I am convinced never will be watertight. I worked hard on those fookers. I put myself in the line of blisters and box cutter cuts to finish this thing, and i am damn proud of it beeeeeetch! >< No matter how crappy it might look.

I also have no idea what i am going to do with this thing, because it is taking up a huge amount of the small salt box that is my room.