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Today, I do not feel like dealing with my life. This is partly social overload, partly having a pile of work staring me in the face, and partly the gang of fucking ants who have decided to take over my kitchen.

Fortunately, working for myself means I don't have to deal with my life today if I don't want to. I'm gonna make pancakes, goof off on the internet, and wait for the inevitable desire to go clean my house and eradicate the fucking ants. Killing things doesn't make me feel better, but cleaning things always does.

Hallowe'en/Samhain party!

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I realized when I responded to someone's query about what's going on for Hallowe'en that I hadn't made a big enough deal out of the party sogwife is throwing. Here's what I said on that post:

"sogwife is doing it up big(-gish) for Game Night on the 26th. We decorated sugar skulls last night, and she's bought lots of decorations and foodstuffs. There will be mini pumpkins to decorate, lots of Hallowe'en/Samhain-themed music/food, and, well, *us*, of course."

Y'all should come! We have crash space if anyone doesn't feel like heading home after drinking too much bats' blood. 7pm to ? The party is kid-friendly, but the house is not babyproofed. Also, the place is not wheelchair-accessible, and there are no handrails on the stairway leading up to the house, so that may be an issue. There are cats and rats (sweet domestic ones) in residence. Write to me if you need directions.

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Hard to convey how funny this was without giving away the punchline, but work with me.

1) This is the part you pretend not to be actively aware of, but to know as background: Earlier this week, I was working on a manuscript in which the author had mislabeled some of zir tables as "figures", so I had flagged them with those little rectangular post-it flag thingies, and written "Table?" on them. As I went along recording those flagged instances and others, I pulled the flags off the manuscript, and they kind of ended up all over the place.

2) This is the part of the story that requires you to know #1 but in the sense that you know it but have forgotten about it by now: I was sitting in my office chair being hugged by someotherguy while I told him that Yes, I'm stressed and maxed out, but No, I'm not worried about it because it will pass, and Yada yada. Suddenly he gasps and says "Wait! I need to fix something!" He scurries over to the table, grabs two post-it flags, scribbles something on them, then leans down in front of me for a few seconds. When I look at the floor, there are two sets of post-it flags that say the following:

"Table?" "FLOOR!"
"Table?" "FLOOR!"

Guess you had to be there. I thought it was fucking hilarious.

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We decorated sugar skulls for the Halloween/Samhain/Gamenight thingy! (We only got 13 of them done in 2 hours, but it was an enjoyable 2 hours, and 13 is an appropriate number. Plus we'll do more before the party.)