Almost sliced off a Christmas rump roast...

I put my ass through our front door's glass pane last night. Old front door, so it was just plate glass, and there were some rather scary and gigantic shards coming down. Thankfully no injuries, not even to my bathrobe that it had pinned. Today I got to spend my day arranging the very pricey project of getting it replaced. I've decided I'm mentally categorizing it as a household upgrade so I don't feel quite so much like a dumbass. At least now it's tempered glass that shouldn't ever shatter like that again.

This hasn't helped the sort of anxious depression that's been getting to me the past few weeks. Blarg. Objectively life is somewhere between awesome and well survivable, depending on the topic. I even get to see my family next week, and Chad and I are getting several days together for that. And I honestly don't think the depression or anxiety have anything to do with that, or with the season. I think it's just a typical low cycle, and a lot of biochemical bullshit. I wish that made it feel any better. Also feeding in, I've had a lot of low-level migraine crap recently. Enough to make it extra-easy for me to be mentally overwhelmed or unable to focus, but not generally enough to floor me (or couch me, more accurately). Despite the crappy bits, I think I've mostly been in good humor. I'm just having to defend extra-hard against the brainmice in order to stay there, which means I'm being twitchy about being sans distraction for any amount of time.

Along those lines, no real idea what'll happen with linketies in the next week. I'm working Christmas Eve and Christmas, so I may be pouring out a lot of them, or I may be watching movies and playing with my spreadsheets. I probably won't be doing many (if any) next week, though.

What I am excited to see today: Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale

It's the eve of Christmas in northern Finland, and an 'archeological' dig has just unearthed the real Santa Claus. But this particular Santa isn't the one you want coming to town. When the local children begin mysteriously disappearing, young Pietari and his father Rauno, a reindeer hunter by trade, capture the mythological being and attempt to sell Santa to the misguided leader of the multinational corporation sponsoring the dig. Santa's elves, however, will stop at nothing to free their fearless leader from captivity. What ensues is a wildly humorous nightmare - a fantastically bizarre polemic on modern day morality. RARE EXPORTS: A CHRISTMAS TALE is a re-imagining of the most classic of all childhood fantasies, and is a darkly comic gem soon to be required perennial holiday viewing.

It just arrived from Netflix, finally.

I'm taking it down to Nashville for family entertainment during our visit. Muah-ha-ha!!

Daily life

Work is obscenely quiet, which is lovely. Also, I have a ride home with a coworker tonight, so no freezing my toes off at the bus stop, now that it's finally decided to get cold.

Also just heard from an old friend that I didn't know was on LJ. Hoorah for that! I am very amused at the ways in which we're both still alike after all these years.

I've been soothing my anxieties by cleaning out my inbox. My brain feels much less cluttered and overwhelmed now. I don't normally do "big changes at the beginning of the year" but I suspect the timing will work out such that that happens this year. It's not that it's New Year's, just that I'm at that point in my mental cycle, and it'll do me a lot of good in the braincase if I get hyper-organized for a while (especially since I'm paying off some old debt and that's shrinking my available income for quite a while -- financial adjustments stress me out like nothing else, because I'm just not good at the discipline necessary).

In other news, G's off to visit family for the week. It's always quiet when he's away. Caleb will even have a few days without either of us. I bet that'll be strange.

Hoorah! Down from 200-some to 28 items in my inbox! Go me!