Friday, January 11, 2008

Wednesday Friday

  • I cast on for a new sock using a modified Alexio pattern. I joined the sleeves to the body for the Curvilicious Cardigan. I'm halfway through the back of the Hideous Highlighter Cardigan. I made a few kickass trades this week, too. I don't have pictures of any of this so we might as well move on to the complaining and whining portion of the blog post because what are blogs for if not for middle of the night complaining and whining?
  • I have really awful news. Prepare yourself. Are you ready? Here it is. It isn't even the weekend yet. This is like my Wednesday if I were to equate my life to a typical work week, which I don't because I hate thinking that my work life is typical. But still, Wednesday.
  • I am trying to heed my own internal admonishment about going back to bed, or not going back to bed as the case may be. Do you ever have those nights where you just can't face the act of sleeping? I have only had a few hours this week where I crossed over in to the blissful void of stage 3 and stage 4 sleep. The rest of the time I tossed and turned with tedious and repetitive dreams.
  • Earlier this week I sat in a waiting room that had a wingback chair. It was the first time I have been comfortable all week long. I am now on the hunt for a sturdy wingback chair in decent condition. I am not sure where in my tiny overcrowded apartment I will put it or how I will pay for it, but if I find just the right one I will make it work. Leads are welcome.
  • Have I mentioned I feel awful this week? I feel awful this week. I don't think it is a flare up. It doesn't have any of the weird cognitive stuff that seems to go with a flare up. Plus, unlike a flare-up I can still suck it up and do my job, but it fucking hurts. Did I mention that it is only Wednesday Friday? By Friday Sunday I'll probably be hiding behind the counter whimpering and encouraging customers to help themselves to as much yarn as they want as long as I don't have to lift my head. Or maybe whatever this is will pass by then. Hope hope hope hope hope hope.
  • Someone I have never met and have never done business with implied that saying fuck in my blog is was unprofessional. Fuck that. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now it is unprofessional and childish. On the other hand, someone I do business with regularly and really does have a stake in my professional image asked if I really needed to be so colorful with my expletives. I told her Fuck Yeah and she gave me the finger. I love my colleagues. Srsly. *grin*