Yuletide suicide

Kinda like a slingshot suicide, but not quite. But more on that in a minute.

First off....I didn't sleep last night. At all. I was on the computer all night. Because I have no life and don't feel like sleeping when I should. So I spent some quality time surfing SVU fansites and other random places. It was a fascinating study in time-wasting, I must say. I napped for about an hour around noon today, and that's it. Ah well, maybe I'll actually be sleepy when I go to bed tonight. Which I plan on doing rather soon, actually. Or trying, at least. I really need to get this whole not-eating-or-sleeping-when-I-should thing out of my system before I go back to school in LESS THAN TWO WEEKS. Sheesh.

Well anyway, back to the title: about the time I noticed it getting light outside (so, probably eight something), the phone rang, and it was none other than my mumsy dearest, calling to tell me that the Christmas tree fell over in the middle of the night and broke. Yeah. Broke. Went Christmas kamikaze on us. It's a fake tree we've had since long before I can remember, and I knew the stand was cracked when I put it up, but I put a matchbook under it and thought it'd at least last the season. Apparently not. The stand broke, so the tree fell over, breaking the top section in half, and three or four of my favorite ornaments got broken in the process.

So, we got to go to Satan-Mart and get a new one, which is 7.5 ft. tall, as opposed to the old one, which I think was 6.5, or something like that....anyway, it's too big. And it's a pain in the ass to put together. And it's different, so I just don't like it on principal, because the other one was the tree from my childhood! Honestly. Not cool.

And then we got to decorate the damned thing....I hate putting up Christmas trees with my mother. We always (and I mean always) end up having a row about it, and it's just not fun. This year I was all happy because I put up the old tree when she was out of town, so I did it myself and it looked nice and there was no drama involved. But no, that's just too easy. Shee-it. But anyway, it's up now, so, yay. Even if it is kinda, well, ugly.

It's not ugly. I just don't like it.

On a completely unrelated note, I found out last night, in my online insomniac travels, that Stephanie March (the actress who played Alex Cabot on SVU) is a smoker. Or at least was in 2005. I was oddly surprised by this.

I'm going to bed.

Soon.