it's 3am and there's too much noise don't you people ever want to go to bed

(Or, Spring Forward, Fall Asleep)

The Boston Babydolls do quite the good burlesque. You still have a chance to go and see this show, and the theatre was prety packed tonight, so go get tickets.

(In other news, Coronation and its suite of performance pieces went well, but nonetheless Coronations are always all about royal court and, well, at these times I think of gyzki's poem on the subject, if I'm not too busy falling asleep.)

Strangely not really sleepy at all now, but I should probably try to get a few hours in.

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No introspective life updates from me in ages. But really, nothing momentous is going on. I have work, I have my usual slate of hobbies, and I have a recent lack of any disasters. I've been boring. Post-Intercon I'm settling into something which, depending on my viewpoint of the moment, I might described as contentment. I do not yet have any pressing deadlines for the month of April, so if I loll about in the new spring sunlight for a while musing on life, would you, dear reader, truly be disappointed in me?