I tweeted "Happy new year" this morning, three days late, which Diosthocles called me on, but it still is the new year. Happy, however, is questionable, since I am feeling rather poorly, wishing I was home laying prone under a pile of blankets rather than languishing huddled next to my office space heater, trying to move as little as possible.
Since I can barely muster the power to type this post, as my muscles ache and stomach pirouettes, please read instead my very first invited post discussing one of the most important topics of our generation, nay, our very existence: How to wear sequins to the office: Can it be done?
Hope your New Year's celebrations were fan-tabulous. I will post some pictures from ours when I regain the strength to plug in a flash drive.