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[rejectomorph]

The exact moment when the sun is farthest south comes at 4:42 AM PST Tuesday morning. (If it goes farther, we're in trouble.) So, had the calendar not gotten screwed up, this would be New Year's Eve. Instead, it's just the tattered tail-end of autumn. But what the hell. I think I'll have a drink anyway. Then I have to put out the trash cans, because it's Monday. Happy Monday, everybody!

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[rejectomorph]

Named as it is for that loveliest and most distressing of Celestial orbs, the pale and variable temptress Luna, mover of the dark seas, and of poets, bringer of both Romance and Madness (surely akin), one would expect Monday to be a day that would induce diverse responses, ranging across the broad spectrum of human emotion. I would advise you to keep your firearms under lock and key this day, and entrust the key to someone less prone than yourself to bouts of melancholy and inexplicable excitements- someone without a LiveJournal, to be sure.