These Days:

I am completely smitten with the two sparkly grey hairs i have on my head...

Brain Rodents Have the Better of Me:

Ok. It seems that my soul has been in a constant state of its own version of Fight or Flight for a while now. I seem to only function in little explosions, afterward retreating into a world of knitting or crafting or something equally absorbing.

I'm not feeling overwhelmed, just out of balance and stretched a little thin. Like my internal scheduler is broken and my life is lopsided. I'm not doing too much, i haven't taken too much on, but i feel like i'm playing psychic whack-a-mole and i'm not keeping up the little buggers.

I guess I need to sit down and get things balanced and focused again. But not only will that take some introspection and most likely some commitments, but! it will cut into my knitting time damnit.

*Yawn*

Huh? What? You mean i haven't posted since December?? Crap. Well then. Happy New Year! My "Goals" for this upcoming year? --to blog at least once a month - ha!

Merry Christmas??

click it you know you want to!

So, Uh, Yeah.

Well, I blew it for NaBloPoMo and i'm still sick. Still sick after almost 3.5 weeks. Oh well, maybe next year. Oh and? And, i've been obsessively working on a paper snowflake with a box cutter for two days now. One snowflake...god help me.

Interweb Algorithms Say:

You're Siddhartha!

by Hermann Hesse

You simply don't know what to believe, but you're willing to try anything once. Western values, Eastern values, hedonism and minimalism, you've spent some time in every camp. But you still don't have any idea what camp you belong in. This makes you an individualist of the highest order, but also really lonely. It's time to chill out under a tree. And realize that at least you believe in faeries.

Take the Book Quiz

at the Blue Pyramid.

Uh, so yeah. This totally describes me, except maybe the really lonely part, that's where the b.e.d. comes in i suppose. And chilling out under a tree? I'm so ready. Maybe in Mexico...

Oh! Silly Me:

Instead of putting my contacts in this morning, I must have reached for the GROUND UP GLASS by mistake and by the time I got to work, I felt like I wanted to scrape my eyeballss out with a spoon.