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Another Monday. Meaning lots of caffeine, yesterday's clothes, Saturday's hair, someone else's sweater. I think Mondays are to me what Sundays are meant to be - the throw-away day. But.

The weekend was a success. Masquerade Ball went off without a hitch, though the presence of fractal and seether was sorely missed. There were lots of beautiful people in beautiful masks, a human menorah dance, and a game of drinking dreidl which turned out better than my Burning Manischewitz cohorts and I could have even wished.

And I have a new corset. Fuck yeah.

So now back to the grind, convincing people to panic in the streets because the flu is going to kill us all.