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So yeah -- last night we had a marvellous rit for Yule -- my first true Yule ritual in far too long. montrealais whipped up a feast, and we exchanged gifts. I'm in BC usually for the actual Solstice, so I tend to miss it every year.

I'm a little dead right now. I'm on lunch on my eighth consecutive work day -- I did a six-day week at my usual language school, a day of work at my twice-a-year moonlighting job, and now I'm back to my regular one. Actually, I can barely see the screen.

Oh, and here's a profile of the Tomb of the Hairdressers, which I found in a metaquotes thread. It's an ancient Egyptian tomb for two men (the Pharoah's head manicurists) who are frequently shown in intimate embraces.

So far, there is no word on the long-lost Tomb of the Broadway Dance Choreographer.