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Right. Christmas cards have been done (for everyone who chose one of the two 'yes' answers on the poll, and was not overseas). Hopefully I'll even get around to posting them today, so they might actually get places before Christmas. I didn't have enough to do all the 'not fussed' answers, so I haven't.

Any new responses to the poll will most likely be ignored, as I can't get any further cards done and posted before Christmas. If you're desperate for one of my few remaining expensive pieces of cardboard (currently earmarked for Those Embarrassing People Who Hand You A Card And You Hadn't Thought About But Know They'll Be Offended), then you'll have to actually comment / email me.

Ack. I really should go into town and fail to find presents for small children I know who will want them / some food / all the other stuff I'll remember once I'm back home.

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Today I am mostly a miserable, whining loser.

It appears I'm incapable of getting presents, organising a simple trip to a cinema, buying and cooking myself a decent tea and washing up on time, sorting out washing that's already washed and dried, posting Christmas cards and getting ready to go to a cell group social without disolving into pools of tears.

I sincerely hope I have a cold coming or something, because otherwise I have absolutely no excuse for this pathetic behaviour.

Why do I always project all these expectations of my behaviour onto my parents, and then get angry with myself and miserable at them when I fail to live up to them, when all they want is for me to stop being such a misery, and perhaps be able to organise my way out of a paper bag from time to time?

I should, like, tidy my room up and make better plans for tomorrow, but I don't seem to be capable of doing anything without crying again, and I need to look happy and normal by 8pm...