Catalogue of aggravations.

- my computer cannot find the printer. Which means I cannot print the assembly instructions for the construction project I kind of wanted to go at this evening. It has been playing, "Duh, where's the printer?" for over an hour now. I don't think it's going to find it.

- other people's stresses that I can't do a damn thing about.

- too much stuff I need to do and not enough time for it.

- cracked the glass dish for the oil diffuser by being stupid about heat differentials.

- Rosemary has escaped from my goddamn killfile again.

- fucking trees

- nothing in the house to drink but tea (which I don't want) and limeade (which I can't manage to get open).

- I HAVE FALLEN DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS. Only the short bit at least. My elbow hurts.

- Actually, much of me hurts, but at least I went and got the magnesium that larksdream suggested and we'll see if that makes some of it stop.

- I have apparently too much ingrained self-control to throw a temper tantrum.

The universe can be improved.

teinedreugan and I went out and acquired underwear, a double boiler, and a birthday present for arawen.

And discovered in the directory of the North Shore Mall ...

"Carmelite Chapel and Gift Shop".

We roamed the mall hoping to find this chapel and gift shop, and failed to track it down.

However, the existence of "Carmelite Chapel and Gift Shop" at the North Shore Mall has brightened my day so much. Even if it appears to live in a pocket dimension concealed away from mere shoppers and inaccessible to those who cannot dimensionally portal.