Here's a good idea: Don't drink and E-bay.
Just a thought.
Especially when you told your friends you couldn't go out this evening - even though it was a goodbye party for one of them - because you couldn't afford it. Especially when your friends had to pay your taxi home. Especially when you're totally counting on putting anything you win on E-bay on your credit card.
But dude! Hundreds of knitting needles!!! For under $50? I got outbid on my mega deal of $26, I'll be damned if I get outbid on my deal of $50.
I was going to buy new glasses, but they can wait until next month, right?
As Ray Ramano would say (before he was a sit-com star and was just a lowly character on a Dr. Katz episode - aka back when I thought he was a demi-god), "That's how they get ya. That's how they get ya."
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?
