It knocked me for a loop. Usually I consider Daylight Savings Time a holiday; I'm so frickin excited that the light is back.

(What kind of goth am I? A goth who appreciates the gothiness of the sun, which is a luminary that can kill people with its overpowering and wicked radiance. Don't you think "Sunstroke" would be a good goth name?)

Melissa Voodoo and I are so busy putting together our variety show, Between Dimensions, developing two new choreographies (one about gargoyles, the other about vampire cats), and trying to participate in the dizzying life of NYC (cask ale events, burlesque shows, ukulele jams, the list goes on) that when we were at rehearsal yesterday we added a whole new Bill the Cat dimension to the vampire cat choreography.

Ack. We are frazzled, even if it's almost spring.