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This is the day that never ends. I'm working an event tonight, which does make me feel like Ian from Charitable Getting, except way less useful because I'm here twenty minutes early and my job tonight is mostly to stand around uselessly until something goes wrong.

Things go wrong in real life less often or amusingly than in novels.

The bartender is nice, at least? He gave me a coke and offered rum to go with it, but drinking at this particular event is a spectacularly bad idea. Talking to the internet is slightly less soothing but much wiser.

Hail Caesar! We who have social anxiety salute you.

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On the other paw, it's easier to dissect and mock and they can't punch you