I'm out, I'm out and I never ever have to go back to Harlem, woo!
I totally overdid it physically though, between hauling out the rest of the garbage, and cleaning and hauling shit back to Queens in a really short window of time. And then I overdid it again the next day, going overboard with ingredients for pasta salad and carrying heavy bags all the way back to my place, but it was worth it. So fucking worth it.
I'm half scared and half curious about my coffee date with Marian this Sunday. Assuming she shows up... I don't know how much of what goes on in her head is real, and whether she'll remember she even met me, let alone made plans with me.
In knitting news, I've started something called a Ten Stitch Zig Zag blanket, to use up all my acrylic scrap yarn. You can find it here. I've decided to make it queen size to fit our bed. GOOD FREAKIN' LAWD it's a special kind of masochism, but I really like it for some reason, and it's really addictive, and I can't stop working on it. I have baby shit to knit for my anam cara, whose baby shower is less than a month away, and instead I'm all like "just one more zig zag..." It's especially fun to work on while watching kooky conspiracy theory documentaries. I love them! Everything from Vatican secrets to David Icke and his lizard people.
... and I'm utterly exhausted now. Gonna sleep for as long as I can, now that the weather is cooler. As soon as it gets down to 50 degrees, I'm gonna bake a fucking pie in celebration. I don't know what kind, and I've never baked a fucking pie before, but I'm gonna fucking do it. The end.
I totally overdid it physically though, between hauling out the rest of the garbage, and cleaning and hauling shit back to Queens in a really short window of time. And then I overdid it again the next day, going overboard with ingredients for pasta salad and carrying heavy bags all the way back to my place, but it was worth it. So fucking worth it.
I'm half scared and half curious about my coffee date with Marian this Sunday. Assuming she shows up... I don't know how much of what goes on in her head is real, and whether she'll remember she even met me, let alone made plans with me.
In knitting news, I've started something called a Ten Stitch Zig Zag blanket, to use up all my acrylic scrap yarn. You can find it here. I've decided to make it queen size to fit our bed. GOOD FREAKIN' LAWD it's a special kind of masochism, but I really like it for some reason, and it's really addictive, and I can't stop working on it. I have baby shit to knit for my anam cara, whose baby shower is less than a month away, and instead I'm all like "just one more zig zag..." It's especially fun to work on while watching kooky conspiracy theory documentaries. I love them! Everything from Vatican secrets to David Icke and his lizard people.
... and I'm utterly exhausted now. Gonna sleep for as long as I can, now that the weather is cooler. As soon as it gets down to 50 degrees, I'm gonna bake a fucking pie in celebration. I don't know what kind, and I've never baked a fucking pie before, but I'm gonna fucking do it. The end.
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