Coffee. Sweet, life-giving coffee. I needed it nownownownow, so I put ice in it. Naturally, since we are those kind of people, it's a skull ice cube. Fitting, I think.
I have several projects on the needles, and I'm feeling fairly meh about at least half of them. I can't help but wonder about my lack of commitment to the yarny goodness. Is it because I'm a weener or is it because I have trouble committing to anything? Possibly both. Anyway, I might feel better if I rip out the Noro scarf I have going. I'm even contemplating ripping out a sock (!!!) because the yarn is so, so cute and it's some I dyed myself, and it looks like it should be made into something adorable for a baby.
I have a huge lace scarf going, and at this point it has become a matter of endurance to knit it. I think I'm going to have to commit myself to completing one pattern repeat a day, every day, in order to finish it. It will be beautiful, but I'm over it.
So, here's the game plan for today: rip out Noro scarf, rip out sock, rewind yarn, do one repeat of endless *&%$@ lace pattern, make dinner, do essential tasks, take Nyquil*, go back to bed.
*I'm getting sick. Glands are swolen, throat is icky. My answer to getting sick is taking vitamin C and going back to bed for 12 hours or so. (Hello, Nyquil!) You would not believe how well this works. I seldomly get past the oh, I'm starting to feel ooky stage.
