Bad mood rising.

Laertes just plopped onto Ophelia’s coffin; he’s in full flip-out now. I don’t know if I can take much more of this, myself.

On a more pleasant note, Wednesday [one of my dogs] and Pandora [the resident cat] are sleeping tush to tush on the couch. Powerful cuteness in action.

I’m going to pull my favorite book off the shelf and flop into bed now before the foul mood takes over completely.

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Most of the members of the convent were old-fashioned Satanists, like their parents and grandparents before them. They’d been brought up to it, and weren’t, when you got right down to it, particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren’t. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in tie-dye jeans and playing guitars at people. Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow. Anyway, being brought up as a Satanist tended to take the edge off it. It was something you did on Saturday nights.

And the rest of the time you simply got on with life as best you could, just like everyone else.