Well, at least I can say this is the least grumpy I've gotten during a holiday tolerance break. I've managed to keep my tirades mostly limited to Trump voters, and haven't gotten snippy with my parents even once.

Still. I can already feel my internal censor starting to get woozy. I've already had to redact a few "you and the horse you rode in on" type comments moments before hitting "submit." (Trust me, most of them would've deserved it.)

And there's some rowdy part of me that really, really wants to talk about What Happened This Past Year, maybe even finally break down and demand some concrete fucking answers.

But I know there are innocent people who would suffer if I did. So the responsible subpersonas have been swiftly brigged without trial, and will not be released until I'm back in Seattle, Glowtide has safely passed, and I am unlikely to see Certain People ever again.

The prisoners are having a real rough time in there, though. Any donations of media, toys, games, and <s>kittens</s> hygenically packaged changeling rations would be much appreciated. I'm not unsympathetic to their cause, but the law is the law.

(Also, the subpersona currently in charge of meting out Inner Justice is an 8' jaguar lady with the voice of Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and while she's very nice when you get to know her, frankly she even scares the shit out of *me*... >_>; )