"Like the Christmas Spirit Threw Up"

The essay-writing adventures continue. I'm trying to write about NAFTA right now, but it keeps turning into an environmentalist tirade about the folly of viewing Earth's resources as basically infinite and mobile, without any regard for the balance of natural systems. I suspect I am also going to thoroughly castigate the Alberta government for deliberately being poor planners.

Last night was December first, which means ritualistic excess in the form of Christmas decorating. Notl, Emily, and Nate came over, and by the time I got back from choir rehearsal it was pretty well insane. We were going for a somewhat revolting amount of tinsel, accentuated by coloured lights, bows, etc. I think we've achieved it admirably. Plus, we did groceries on Friday, so now there is actually, like, food in the place again and we aren't trying to figure out what you can make with remnants (viz. penne, chutney, dijon mustard, canned kidney beans).

And now I'm afraid I must get back to work. Though Katherine seems to have made eggs. Maybe there are some for me? I shall investigate.