This whole week I've felt like I was underwater. Monday was a totally shitty day where I cried a whole bunch until my eyes burned, Monday night I had several sorely needed and very strong cocktails, and now I'm fighting a cold so I'm all doped up on decongestant. Ugh. I can't concentrate on anything at all.
I'm still working on the old SKB and trying to decide what to make next. I'm pretty underwhelmed with the new Vogue Knitting. I like IK a little better, but there's nothing I'm dying to make from it. Or Knitty. Or anything on my shelves. Maybe I'll try my hand at crochet again. I have the materials for the Sweet Pea shawl from Happy Hooker which I've unsuccessfully started about six times now.
Am I the only one who looooved last night's Lost? I love all that meta stuff and the inside jokes. The editing was amazing, inserting Nikki and Paulo into the old scenes. I'd love to know how that was accomplished.
Also, am I the only one kind of looking forward to seeing Carl Pavano on opening day? It will either be an amazing story of redemption or a spectacular flame-out, visible from the moon. It's a win-win.
OK, I'd better go try to shovel some of all this junk off of my bedroom floor. Later, dudes.