Totally inconsequential crap

My sewing machine's broken, when I was so close to finishing a new outfit for Leipzig. Unfortunately it's broken in a way I can't repair, and to finish the outfit by hand would take more time than I have before I leave.

Obviously there are worse problems in the world, but I'm kind of annoyed that the hours and the stress I've put in trying to meet this deadline have been wasted.

But on the positive side, I get to spend the weekend swanning around a comfortable German city hearing good music in the company of some of my favourite people, including, for the first time, speedlime. So that's cool. And the annoyance will help me feel properly Goth. I want to hear some savage goddamn dissonant shit with emo poetry declaimed gutturally over the top of it right the hell NOW, dammit.

Tonight: frenzied packing and last-minute wig repair. Fortunately the kickass new wig Speedy made me will still go with that tired old red-and-gold Baroque ensemble that I'll have to wheel out for the fourth year running...

Over breakfast I said to Speedy, "I love our problems."