Yes I can feel it in the air - it's coming, only 81 days left; 33 days to the last hair cut until after the 81 days; 74 days to the penultimate stage of the transformation which enters its final stage on day 84 (or 85 depending on how bad I behave on day 82 and 83). Ah yes, It's here. That feverish time, the dizzying pace of liming, feting, misbehaving, bacchanal; that time of year when you slip into a trance just from the atmosphere, from the vibe you get off of the people around you - both those you know and those you don't know, those you meet only at this time of year. If you don't know what am talking about then this is not your time of year. I cyah wait!
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