That old tradition again.

Raisin Monday - hundreds of hungover people in funny costumes running around, throwing/rubbing/smearing shaving foam all over each other.

Unfortunately, I was a clean, blue target in a sea of white. I had to tell about 50 people to fo forth and fornicate after they lunged at me with their foamy digits.

I proceeded to spend the rest of the day thinking it was Sunday, and that I had all of tomorrow to catch up on work, too.

But it isn't, and I don't.