Almost - almost done with the Hellshawl. I have one more repeat left and then if there's yarn left over I will make god damn hand-dye cat toys out of it, I no longer care.
It's beastly cold to the point of jeans, thermal shirt, t-shirt over that, hoodie or sweater, and thick woolly socks inside the house, and yet that useless cat is doing nothing but watching his TV outside the window and flailing at it sometimes. In his defense the doves look super-hilarious all puffed up against the cold.
- hellshawl
- fics
- cans to grocery
- knit night
- tickets tomorrow or weds
- money to mom
- pay bills! insurance, doctor
- pack!
- pour pills for trip
- bring extra Lexapro back to PrimeMed
- remind dragonflymn about venison for Amy
- get bread for rathanylakan and roommate
- find train project
- ply blue crap for shawl
- figure out how to carry everything so I don't collapse embarrassingly on TriMet and squishy things remain unsquished
- eat something besides coffee, you twit
okay, now off to read ALMSA and scream at the notices that these people need to stop falling like so many ninepins. Honestly.
Also, I kind of want a fic where the dude from Twilight has to go into hiding during the American part of WWI because otherwise people are like YOU DIRTY LILYLIVERED HUN-LOVERRRRR. I as usual blame Eriol for this one.