Because my pain meds are messed up again, and I wanna kick puppies, and I feel like crap and I can't concentrate. Bah. Grrr. Argh. Bah.
-I haven't knit hardly at all in the last week, because I can't concentrate. When I do, I do zone out knitting on the Baby Surprise Jacket for the Goober. The neck of the Russian Prime is still half sewn down badly, still needs picked back out and is highly unlikely to be done for our trip to Florida like I wanted. Fuck it. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FUN GODDAMN IT.
-Speaking of knitting being fun, I got the stuff to frame my Dolores poster, but I have yet to get off my ass and actually do it.
-I got a copy of "The Book of Yarn" by Clara Parkes. It's excellent. One of those difinitive, 'if you only buy one book' books. Clearly written in simple terms that everyday people can grap. The sheer volume of information can be kind of mind-numbing unless you're really into yarn and fiber. However, if yarn substitution is something you want to be good at, this is the book for you.
-Sekhmet hasn't done anything strange in days. Which is very, well, strange. That fucker.
-Did I mention, grrr, snarl, grrr? Rawr.
-I've put together a Christmas baking list. There are three categories - definite, possible, and pipe dream. Tomorrow, I make up the grocery list and go buy stuff. It always gives me a thrill to buy chocolate by the pound. Plus I need to clean out the freezer so I can start loading it up again.
-Sekhmet is laying on my hand, on the computer keyboard. That fucker.
-Today, when I went to get the Goober up from her nap, she'd been trying to take her shirt off and had it tangled around her arms and her belly was hanging out. She looked up at me and said in a worried voice, "Mumum. Shirt all broken." That's the only cute thing she did, all day.
-Grrrrr. Snarl. Rawr. Arrrrg. Bah, humshit.