Adrenaline high
I'm so happy my arm could fall off. Just read to a not-empty house at the Black Stilt Cafe. Probably didn't rock it, but I got up and made poetry-noises into a mic (which I also didn't fuck up) and I think some people liked it. The Black Stilt is actually quite a nice place, very new, damn good veggie pasta-ish stuff. I read three poems, two old and one I wrote at 4 am this morning. I am beyond cool, and beyond tired. I could see myself doing this more often.
With regards to my sweater, i lost steam after a front a back and a sleeve. Oh well, maybe i'll block it this weekend while I avoid my essays, and see if my altered-on-the-fly sleeve will deign to take an arm.
You know what else I discovered? I don't actually have *that* much yarn.
With regards to my sweater, i lost steam after a front a back and a sleeve. Oh well, maybe i'll block it this weekend while I avoid my essays, and see if my altered-on-the-fly sleeve will deign to take an arm.
You know what else I discovered? I don't actually have *that* much yarn.