Notes to Myself

It is now the month of December, when the greatest part of the city is in a bustle. Loose reins are given to public dissipation; everywhere you may hear the sound of great preparations, as if there were some real difference between the days devoted to Saturn and those for transacting business. . Were you here, I would willingly confer with you as to the plan of our conduct; whether we should eve in our usual way, or, to avoid singularity, both take a better supper and throw off the toga.

-- Seneca the Younger, Epistulae 18.1-2

New to y'all, at least. I wrote it last year and only just now got around to uploading it. You can find it on my Bandcamp page or right here.