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My right foot smells strongly of chocolate. We'll just gloss over the entire story of how that happened.

The Evil Zombi Queen can no longer be staved off by frequent yet small offerings of protein and chocolate. Luckily, in about two and a half hours, I should have the ability to be medicated again. Yay! I successfully managed to not devour Erik's brain today, and my coworkers thus far have escaped unscathed, so hopefully I'll make it tonight. Meanwhile, I'll sit in my little corner and glare menacingly at anyone who wanders too close.

I need a pirate costume. Mel has a list of garb she's supposed to make for me a mile long (not to mention Stacey's court dress), so that's out - but Pendragon Costumes owes me after the Faerie Festival mixup of frustration. So...thus was offered, in leather with fancy import trim, for $250, shipping included. I've got multiple bodices that would work with it, a chemise is no problem, and then I just need to decide what to do about the bottom. I kind of like the leather breeches, but I'm afraid they'll emphasize my Hips of Doom a leeeetle too much. Generic skirt can work for now. I'm still undecided about that, but I have time. Some time.

Braaaains...

FU-MASTER STRIKES AGAIN!

He's been laying low, because Things Have Gone Down, and he's gotten his hand smacked a few times, and with the new reorganization going on...that's a bad thing. BUT HE WILL NOT BE KEPT DOWN!

Fu-Master, ladies and gentlemen, has returned.

He came sprinting into my office, as is his wont, looking for his good buddy Pass-the-Buck. Who is MIA, because there is a disctinct lack of ass around for him to kiss today. Since Buck wasn't here, I apparently make a good secondary audience.

"Hey!" he shouts in his outside voice - the only one he knows. "What's wrong with my shirt?"

Any guesses?

I took a quick glance at him, and the problem was immediately obvious to anyone with a brain. Which is probably why he didn't notice until almost 2PM.

That's right, ladies and gents, he's been running around all day - meeting with our division head, no less - with his shirt inside out.

SOOPERGENIUS!