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Survived the dentist, rewarded myself with the new Elisabeth musical dvd. I'm not sure if there is any logic of rewarding the decision to spend a lot of money (albeit on something useful, health-related and long-term) with more money-spending (albeit for something fanish and not really useful), but I need positive reinforcement. Or something. Just, damn. I wish my youthful irresponsibility had taken more interesting and less irreversible directions than eating too many sweets and lack of sufficient teeth brushing. Two more appointments for this filling (after New Year, thank god), and then one minor thing, and then I'll be done for the time being, or so he says now. Also, if I die in the next ten years, or have an accident that damages these teeth I'm going to be rather annoyed. Seriously.


Finally managed to take a couple of decent pictures of The Horse Of Doom. (For those who haven't been around to hear me whine and moan for, well, years, she belongs to a friend of mine whom I know back from university, I used to ride her occasionally and somehow got stuck with the job of taking care of her, groom, occasionally doctor, and exercise her, on my Wednesdays off. Every Wednesday off, which is where the whining and moaning comes in. Her name is Epona, and she's mostly not as bad as I make her out to be. Really quite cute, if whimsical. I just would like to have my free days back...)


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Wherin solitary_summer rationalises her preference of real Christmas trees, because between czaria and pinkyogamuffin I'm starting to feel somewhat guilty...

Admittedly, the greatest part most likely is childhood conditioning. Fake plastic trees are just not customary here - I wouldn't even know where to start looking for one, whereas real trees are sold in every park and square before Christmas. This is bound to come out wrong, in the 'but I'm not a racist, my best friend is [insert ethnicity of choice]' way, but I'm really not an evil tree killer. Christmas trees are just... um, different? The exception to the rule? A necessary part of Christmas? A live tree, even when cut, doesn't feel dead to me, in that sense a fake one does - they get collected after Christmas and recycled/composted, and are renewable energy at least.

I cant help it, I can't argue it, I can't justify it, but a plastic tree is meaningless to me. I'd rather have none (well, I have none, but I made my parents get one), or a few fir twigs and a candle instead.