*pokes head out of emotional snowdrift, gasps for air, shivers* →[More:]
Over the last two weeks:
1. My apartment was robbed - they got in through my shoddy post-Soviet windows - and the bastards not only took my laptop, but also my digital camera and ALL my neckties! I'm royally freaked out about coming home to an empty apartment and my housemate is *never* there - and even worse, he's (outwardly, at least) entirely undisturbed by the robbery, saying that the things that were taken were "just things" - which would be true if I could replace the hundreds of photos I lost or even afford to replace the laptop (Macbooks are hard to find here).
2. In a further bizarre twist, my library cards and a bunch of other not-vital-but-still-important documents, which were in a resealable plastic bag that was also stolen, were found in a "24-hour sauna" in a shady part of town where I've never even been! When I asked over the phone if they had any other documents, they refused to tell me and insisted I go down there and get them myself! The police said they wouldn't even bother going to collect them until "sometime after Christmas".
3. My gig as Santa meant 16-hour days and left me feeling exploited, especially as I'd been robbed during the week of Santadom.
4. My trip to Paris to visit friends for Christmas was fun but waaaaay too short.
5. I just returned to Riga from Vilnius, Lithuania last night after a long, uncomfortable bus ride and all I wanted to do was sleep, but the neighbors in the ginormous tower-block complex where I live are really, really into fireworks and didn't stop setting them off from 10 in the evening to 3 in the morning.
6. I was going to go make my zucchini bread this morning but realized that I didn't have the recipe anymore after the laptop was stolen.
Understandably, my Metachat cards have yet to be mailed. Let's hope I get them out for Orthodox Christmas!
*desires whuffles*