I think my existence is being made fun of, by the Powers That Be.

[silverflight8]

Ironically, on the day my paper was due, the printer had a jam. Yes. It had to be most hackneyed excuse: "My printer broke down!" Fortunately someone unjammed it and things went swimmingly, an hour and a half later.

And then today, five hours before the Yuletide deadline (I procrastinate on some things, okay?) the power goes out. For the first time in years. Inexplicably, too; it's not even snowing. It came back on about twenty minutes later. Anyway, I'm expecting some other twist soon; these things do come in threes, I think.

(Went to a sing-along Messiah! Will post later.)