Second Sock Syndrome? Hah.

Try second sleeve syndrome. I've already knit one. I know how it works now and what it looks like. The romance is gone. All it is is a pit of knitting that's not complicated enough to be interesting and not easy enough for me to zone out on. (Fricking two-color lice. Just about the time I zone out on some solid stockinette, I realize there was supposed to be two rows of speckles five rows back.) The fact that there are increases every FOUR rows and pattern repeats every SEVEN rows may have something to do with my crankiness. But darn it, why can't Paris declare one-armed sweaters the new fashion? It would save me so much trouble.