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[threeplusfire]

I have been out almost every night in the past week. Suicide Commando, Assemblage 23, Angels on Acid, End the DJ, the vampire ball, Star Wars night. Over and over and over. I should probably take a break. I woke up with excrutiating leg cramps this morning, after dancing in my vaguely Hana solo outfit in the muggy, thick air for hours. I came home with someone's glowsticks. (What do you even do with spent glowsticks?)

Time maybe to stay home and read Czech novels about love and loss. (Ivan Klima, right now.) Or to finally get cracking on Dishonored.