Know what makes me a little sad? I got 1/4 of the way through the knitting pattern for my new bag, and then, bam! The pattern makes no sense. It's not that I don't understand the words/commands. No. It's just that I have 45 stitches on my needle and only have 41 stitches' worth of steps. I'm assuming it's a typo or an error of some sort, but I've tried to figure out what they *really* meant, and I can't. I counted and counted. Then, to see if I was just going crazy, I asked my knitting friend to count for me. Same problem. 41 stiches. In a fit of rage, I undid the whole damn thing. This yarn is too nice to waste on what would most likely end up being a very lopsided bag.
Pooh.
Meanwhile, it's 1 am and I have to get up for work at 5:45 tomorrow. Do you ever not want to go to bed just because you don't want to get up in the morning?
"Do you ever not want to go to bed...?"
Yes! Yes, yes, and more yes. I thought that was my own personal crazy, but I guess other people occassionally feel the same way. Going to bed just makes the next day come too fast! (which is no fun when it's not a day you're looking forward to) Being up feels like a stay of execution, not to be extreme or anything.