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?
; "Sun River 5K")
; "Catching fish")
"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.