so, new years eve party. pretty good. things done:

• kissed an otter after he stonedly declaimed his willingness to be my tool for refining raw chaos into power
• talked to a fox (i think?) who had, like, actual moments in Rita she had *memories* about
• publicly warned some folks that there is a magic spell at the end of the printed copies of Rita and told them its general intent (you wanna know? ask me at a party when I’m stoned enough to let the Magician speak)
• sent a perfectly terrible wish to a genie
• buried my face in a tiger’s tits
• then the ex and i left at ten because we are old people  who can only take so much social at any one time, especially when baked off our asses

and now food, and probably stoned snuggling in the bedroom some time after that

many thanks to the folks at the blazewing eyrie who hosted the party, it was wonderful as always ???????