It's Mozart's birthday. You could make peace with your inner Salieri.
It's Thomas Crapper's birthday. You could find an inventive solution to a problem everybody else has written off as a necessary evil.
It's the anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz, otherwise known as Holocaust Memorial Day. You could weep in a corner over the horrific things human beings can do to one another.
But it's also Lewis Carroll's birthday, and still Gothivale! And since I'm stuck in that awful, stressful pre-February stretch of work where everything is terrible, nothing goes right, and the cracks are starting to show, I'll be having a Mad Tea Party, complete with Black Raven Tea, mini devil's food cakes, striped fingerless gloves and stockings, and my Hannibal dolls.
It's Thomas Crapper's birthday. You could find an inventive solution to a problem everybody else has written off as a necessary evil.
It's the anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz, otherwise known as Holocaust Memorial Day. You could weep in a corner over the horrific things human beings can do to one another.
But it's also Lewis Carroll's birthday, and still Gothivale! And since I'm stuck in that awful, stressful pre-February stretch of work where everything is terrible, nothing goes right, and the cracks are starting to show, I'll be having a Mad Tea Party, complete with Black Raven Tea, mini devil's food cakes, striped fingerless gloves and stockings, and my Hannibal dolls.