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Whirlwind of activity this weekend.

First, sponsors!  Yes, the dreadful process of wooing patrons of the arts to donate time and resources.  This outing was simply dreadful.  Despite fine weather over the Risorgimento and a fine choir of castrati for entertainment, attendance was abysmal.  We only attracted dilletantes and gadflies.  As I retired to rub the soreness in my cheeks from wearing a Cheshire smile all morn and noon, I gradually assuaged my ego with the reality that a zarzeula revival is not forthcoming.  Could it be that the great and terrible Xin Jin Meng is not the draw she had considered herself to be?  After libations and tribadations, I finally managed to repair my ego, reminding myself there are no small parts, only small performers.  Perhaps I will perform the Mikado after all.  How far we have fallen!

Second, Dr. Y___'s party, which had more of kara-oke.  I was wise enough not to make any wagers involving billards, especially when playing with scientists capable of executing equations of 15-dimensional geometry in their heads.  Recognized almost no one and no one recognized me; after my earlier spectacle, anonymity was sweet relief. Irradiated goldschlager was served, but I am not clear why -- I could not find anyone with similar appetites in attendance, and I suspect the hairless androgyne had a rather severe tumor fetish.  Went home alone and felt more tired than excited, a somewhat nice feeling.

Third, Uberweltausstellung, which I had been waffling about for some time. F___ had been pressing me for attendance, as well as a few others whose names I can't clearly recall.  I deigned to descend from my aleph.  For only one day, it was somewhat impressive, but I noticed a lack of art and a focus more on practicality and measured risks.  Saw F___ all too briefly, but I was feeling more the flibbertigibbet than the fornicatress, still reeling from earlier episodes.  I hope I did not offend him.

Fourth, physical therapy and vocal training with the ghost of Caruso.  Was too restrained and timid for either his or my liking. 

Fifth, was feeling cranky from lack of sleep, yet too cranky to actually sleep, if that should make sense.  I dragged my tail through the streets of Layleaux.  Each establishment I pulled myself into left me more irritated than the previous.  No sense of rhetoric, of dress, or even the basics of decorum.  I spent several hours in a charity hospital, conversing with a zealot about her duties of her order, attempting to surpress my feelings of disassocation.  If I had been wise, I would have retired for the evening, but instead was determined to touch the stone.  Finally made the acquaintance of G___, with whom I had corresponded, though I suppose being in full array in tooth and claw, I made a terrible first impression.  I suppose that is one way to feel alive -- to wound and to be wounded.  After some awkwardness, we went our separate ways.

Finally: in a misguided attempt at release and relaxation, executed an unfamiliar position without a proper warm-up.  Am still experiencing persistent pain in the base of the neck and in mid-tail.  

In short, more activity in two days than in the last two months.