Blagowago

We had a great Christmas with all the cats, though they did manage to rip my floor asunder.

Tonight, my cat decided not to let me go through the proper stages of sleep, so I stumbled up around 8 thinking "Trans-Siberian Blagowago!" When I get deprived of sleep, I have strange mornings. I wandered around my apartment contemplating the Blagowago until I got my coffee.

And of course there were the usual sophisticated art school parties, including body painting with marker pen and arm stapling.