New Year's Eve. I was drunk, mostly. For one thing, the Mousehole is full of life -
foreverdirt and
vampire_kitten are visiting, and the day seemed to pass in a whirl of terrible jokes, sexual subtext-and-text, and pizza, oh god, so much pizza - and I had meant to do some work, and failed entirely at that. And then the evening part of the Eve, during which I sat in the
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