Today I:
- am experiencing some swap anxiety
- feel even more tired than yesterday
- am comforting myself with a sticky bun and Wikipedia
Perhaps I am a nervous person, but my KTC Mystery Swap package is 4 days late. Not the one I sent, but the one I am to receive. I don't know who the sender is, but I am familiar enough with my stat counter to make an educated guess. I think it was sent. Perhaps it is late because I live under a rock. Yet, I think the USPS has a pretty good idea about where I live, despite that rock, because they are on the same block as me.
You know what this means, don't you? Obviously, this is a plot. A cosmic plot to drive me insane. Let's ignore for the moment that I am probably a posthumanist; preternatural forces are plotting at this moment to deprive me of yarn and books, and possibly, just maybe, chocolate. O, cruel Fate!
Edit: Just heard from my Mystery Swap pal, turns out my package was delayed by sickness of the child variety.
Yarn
Last night, I:
- ate 3/4 of an eggplant parmesan sub with a beer
- drank half a bottle of mineral water
- read about privies (this is a highlight)
- knit a little
- did three loads of laundry
- kept thrusting yarn at my boyfriend/ partner/ whatnot and saying, "Look! Silk."
1 comment:
No beer last night? How could that be? It was nice to finally be able to put a face with to your boyfriend/partner/what not. Sorry I didn't stay too long, but I didn't want to interrupt your date. Jamieson looks like he understands the significance of your silk purchase.
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