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I am apparently someone whose happiness is more dependent on a copy machine than is really healthy

It must be Christmas. The church's copier died. It's being all jammy-jam-jam-jam and crumply-crumple-butt. The copier man came and pronounced it in need of parts. Parts he does not have.

I am not especially upset about this, since I got everything vital produced yesterday, but it does point to the increasing instability of my little universe.

We just turned the copier off, which we never do because it takes ten minutes to boot up. There's a graphic of the space shuttle on its screen to enjoy while you're waiting. It mocks you with its speediness.

The Christmas Pageant was last night. If there is a law against gratuitous cuteness, we can look forward to some citations. The little sheep who kept waving to everyone and shouting BAAAAA! is probably a huge fine from the Cuteness Police right there. And the angels conducting us with their little glittery wands as we sang Angels We Have Heard on High were also adorable. Shut UP, ovaries. No one needs to hear from you right now. It is not my job to provide a baby Jesus for the next pageant, mmmmkay?

Speaking of adorable small people, the fairy godchild will be here tomorrow with her parents and I am ten kinds of excited. Their decision to spend Christmas here instead of Montana was the best! gift! ever!

So, I've finished, like, a quarter of the projects I wanted to have done for gifts. Feh. And the apartment has the amazing spinning tree and that's it. Although I made sure to get the giant plastic containers full of decorations out and put them in the middle of the living room, where we can trip over them, which is almost as good as having decorations up, right?. See previous comment re: the Christmas that kind of wasn't.

Also, I seem to go from zero to tears in a fraction of a second, but I think that's probably the sleep deprivation. I'm feeling kind of paralyzed by anxiety at the moment, in that place where you can't really move past it by maybe doing something about the thing that is making you anxious. Nope, I'm a big pile of Freak Out at the moment, and I just bought the upgrade kit to make Super Freak Out.
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