A good friend turns your pity party into a discotecque.

Tina 8:38 am
(8:38:14 AM): I woke up at 6 this morning, so I had time to make breakfast and lunch

Joy 8:38 am
(8:38:19 AM): wow.
(8:38:25 AM): I got up at 7:06 and a half

Tina 8:38 am
(8:38:48 AM): I went to bed at 10 crying, and woke up about to crap my pants
(8:38:49 AM): So
(8:38:52 AM): I would have traded

Joy 8:39 am
(8:39:10 AM): Went to bed crapping your pants and wake up crying?

(pause conversation for extensive giggling)


Tina 8:39 am
(8:39:34 AM): You're amazing

What? They're in season.

Tina 11:24 am
(11:24:27 AM): Apparently there is a kitten season but I can't remember when it is

Elise 11:26 am
(11:26:32 AM): According to the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, "Every year very young kittens are dropped off at local shelters starting in late March and early April. The incoming deluge of kittens is especially high in June, but the kitten birthing season continues through October."

Tina 11:27 am
(11:27:08 AM): Did you search for 'kitten season'?

(11:27:14 AM): Because I think that might be the best.

Elise 11:27 am
(11:27:22 AM):
my search was "when is kitten season"

Tina 11:27 am
(11:27:35 AM): I ♥ you

tina 12:43 pm
(12:43:33 PM): You know, some people get their mail delivered really early
(12:43:43 PM): I remember the moment I realized that
(12:43:52 PM): Like Santa delivering presents
(12:44:09 PM): At first you assume everyone gets their mail at 3PM, because that's the time your mail has always come
(12:44:26 PM): But he can't deliver it ALL at 3PM
(12:44:41 PM): It blew my mind when I thought of this simple concept
Elise 12:45 pm
(12:45:49 PM): But, I've always gotten mail at 3pm
(12:45:53 PM): wherever I have lived
tina 12:46 pm
(12:46:44 PM): THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT SO CRAZY
(12:46:59 PM): You KNOW some people HAVE to get it earlier
(12:47:04 PM): The logistics just can't work
(12:47:11 PM): But it always seems to come at 3
Elise 12:47 pm
(12:47:30 PM): Maybe it *is* like Santa, though
Elise 12:48 pm
(12:48:12 PM): and the mail gets magicked into the boxes and slots (HEEEEHEEEHEEE) simultaneously around the world, taking into consideration time zones
tina 12:48 pm
(12:48:43 PM): The USPS just got way more magical.

Oh yeah! Oh, no! My dad's gonna be pissed!

I think I'm going to go ahead with my super secret 2010 project. It all depends on if I can get it together tomorrow for the preliminary video. Mmhm.

Tomorrow is day 5 of 7 at work, and then there are four days in a row that I do not have to even think about that place and I am ecstatic about that thought. After being with a self proclaimed 'harsh task-master' for a supervisor for the holiday weekend, I just want a little peace before the new year, can you say hallelujah.

For the record, Big Jon makes the best fucking brownies I have ever eaten in my entire life. I can't believe I didn't really like brownies, but I just didn't know that could be that good. Oh my goodness.

For the first time in over a month, I can work on a knitting project for myself. AND I can organize the very first Crafty Night. I'm going to start just a once monthly get together to judge the interest and then hopefully go bimonthly. I just freakin' love crafts. It's ridiculous. And I have an entire closet full of things that get crafty with.

I don't have new years resolutions, but if I did it would consist of action action action. I don't want to feel like any of my time could have been spent doing something more worthwhile. This doesn't necessarily mean that every moment of my life must be outwardly productive, but I want to feel a sense of motion to the workings of my days. Even if it is a gentle swaying.

My cat is beautiful.

Mother of...purl?

So, Ravelry sked me for my blog, and I remembered that this one existed so I'm going to see if I can't make that work for me.

What is right?

Sad bastard.

Sometimes I feel like I'm going to end up alone not because no one loves me, but because too many people do and I can't possibly make them all happy.

I'm such a barefoot cobbler.