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Yesterday and earlier today I reached that point where I'm so stressed out and have so much shit going on that I suffer from paralysis -- doing any one thing means I won't be able to do something else, and I end up sitting in front of my computer hyperventilating (and usually doing something to distract myself from the impending breakdown) for longer than it would have taken to just choose something to do and get it over with.
Now I've reached the blissful state where I'm fucked, I know I'm fucked, and nothing I do can unfuck the situation, so I've completely ceased to care.
Man, I really ought to go grocery shopping for Thanksgiving tomorrow instead of putting it off until Wednesday, shouldn't I? I'm thinking about doing this recipe for chicken with caramelised onions, bacon, and mushrooms that I've been eyeing for a while, then mashed potatoes and some kind of fruit salad thing.. Then I'm definitely making at least one pumpkin pie, and maybe if I'm feeling particularly adventurous (and since I don't have to contend with Emma's allergies) a pecan pie as well. Or maybe I'll do pumpkin bread squares instead. Either way, I'm going to need several cans of pumpkin and some cinnamon and cloves and things and more butter and stuff and <3 oh I'm so excited.
I'm actually really looking forward to Thanksgiving entirely alone. Even if people here are doing things I'm probably going to pass.
OH, AND THIS YEAR? This is the year I FINALLY get off my lazy ass and knit a pair of mittens for my mom. I've got the perfect fiddly fair isle pattern with an appropriately winter-y snowflake motif. I love them so much I might knit a pair for myself as well -- I don't usually go for stuff this fancy, but I love fair isle and I love having warm hands and I love love love wearing things that I've made.
OH, AND PART TWO: I ordered some yarn today. Lace knitting a blanket? I am way more excited than I should be.
It gets dark so early here. All I want to do is stay inside, play videogames, drink hot cocoa, and knit until my hands fall off.
Now I've reached the blissful state where I'm fucked, I know I'm fucked, and nothing I do can unfuck the situation, so I've completely ceased to care.
Man, I really ought to go grocery shopping for Thanksgiving tomorrow instead of putting it off until Wednesday, shouldn't I? I'm thinking about doing this recipe for chicken with caramelised onions, bacon, and mushrooms that I've been eyeing for a while, then mashed potatoes and some kind of fruit salad thing.. Then I'm definitely making at least one pumpkin pie, and maybe if I'm feeling particularly adventurous (and since I don't have to contend with Emma's allergies) a pecan pie as well. Or maybe I'll do pumpkin bread squares instead. Either way, I'm going to need several cans of pumpkin and some cinnamon and cloves and things and more butter and stuff and <3 oh I'm so excited.
I'm actually really looking forward to Thanksgiving entirely alone. Even if people here are doing things I'm probably going to pass.
OH, AND THIS YEAR? This is the year I FINALLY get off my lazy ass and knit a pair of mittens for my mom. I've got the perfect fiddly fair isle pattern with an appropriately winter-y snowflake motif. I love them so much I might knit a pair for myself as well -- I don't usually go for stuff this fancy, but I love fair isle and I love having warm hands and I love love love wearing things that I've made.
OH, AND PART TWO: I ordered some yarn today. Lace knitting a blanket? I am way more excited than I should be.
It gets dark so early here. All I want to do is stay inside, play videogames, drink hot cocoa, and knit until my hands fall off.