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I considered calling in late to work this morning in the interest of more sleep, but my conscience doesn't really let myself do things like that when it's self inflicted. This, it turns out, was a good choice, as the other office girl called in because she's actually sick. For the sake of my tiredness and her absence, I hope it stays slow today. I got Extra Coffee, which I've concluded is significantly inferior to Extra Biscuits.

So, Goth Prom was much more fun than it had any business being. I was pleasantly surprised. Sometimes it's amazing what can happen when you give Minneapolitans (myself included) a little more of a reason to dress up and go out. Lots of people showed up, and everyone looked fabulous. I wore makeup and tall girly shoes and a dress and was complimented by strangers and probably had more fun than I would have if I'd actually bothered to go to any high school dances when I was in high school. Combining a dress that restricted movement with tall shoes, alcohol, and dancing was a special challenge for me. I think I met it admirably.

Before Goth Prom,

r4c and I rehearsed our set. After several crappy starts, we eventually got down to the rocking out. (Come to our show. You know you want to. ThursdayDinkytowner9pm.) After work I have class until 10, though I doubt fatigue and a welding torch make for an entirely fantastic combination. After class I think I will promptly go home and pass out.