Gah. Woke up at 5am this morning with my foot violently in cramp, no doubt possessed across time by the spirit of me aged 5 on Christmas morning and completely unable to sleep from excitement. On the upside, there were slipper socks in my Christmas stocking.
Just to prove to
schedule5 that I actually did achieve something vaguely like a Christmas tree:
The decorations are variously (a) ornaments given to me in a spirit of malice by various friends, mostly
schedule5starmadeshadow, (b) SCA tokens, (c) glass beads nicked from the Evil Landlord, and (d) all the half-pairs of earrings I could find. At last, a use for them!
Also, because if I do this obsessive thing I do it properly, David Bowie singing "Little Drummer Boy" with Bing Crosby. In 1977. Surprisingly endearing.
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Merry Hogswatchoid wossnames, all.
Last Night I Dreamed: I put Golux on a leash to take her to the vet, but she escaped and ran away, to the annoyance of the vet's assistant. Much of the night was spent chasing the darned cat around the beaches and tropical environs of an extremely beautiful lake, while avoiding the strange, stick-insecty creatures which were mostly like two flat mother-of-pearl circles, joined and with legs. On mature reflection I think they may have been animated Naga jewellery. At another point a live performance of The Princess Bride intervened.