I'm sitting like this because...
A. I had a white-knuckle drive home in the near-dark
B. I didn't make it to the knitting group
C. I inadvertantly corrupted my little wine database after less than an hour alone with it.
D. All of the above
Should have left well enough alone at 4:45, when it was all working. I could have driven to Pleasant Hill while it was still light out, I could have relaxed for a couple of hours with some new friends, and I'd be able to pick up at work where I left off tomorrow instead of having to explain to the consultant that I poked around and broke everything as soon as he left my desk. But NOOOOOOO. I wanted to keep picking at it until it did something cool, and now my main form won't load, and the program's throwing exceptions at me like a monkey throws crap at a kid at the zoo.
Learn by doing. That's my motto. Well, alright, it's Cal Poly San Luis Obispo's motto, but I like it so I'm taking it as my own. You know, I learned a lot in my two years there. I learned how to do my own laundry. I learned that an Epilady wand will embed itself solidly in a man's chest hair, and that once entangled, it has to be cut out with scissors. I learned that you can outrun tear gas if you head uphill. Most importantly, I learned that by doing things wrong, I learn how to fix them.
Oh, Boddingtons Ale. Is there anything you can't make better?
"Hey, Suzanne? You still knit?"
Shut your pie hole, inner commentator.
Sleeves pre-block and post-block.
I've got about six inches of the front done, but it's slowing down a little bit. I picked up the other active project, the Sahara Knitted Something that I'm creating from the two patterns and this vague idea about a cowl that I can cinch to make the top work appropriate, and leave loose when I want it to be more fashionable. It's a faster knit, because I'm working on the body right now. 'Round and 'round with all of that stockinette. It's a foot race between the two. First one done gets to be the January sweater for the Sweater-a-Month KAL. Which I haven't checked on since asking Stephani if I could join.
I'll get right on that after I finish this delicious beer. You know what would make this interlude better? That's right. Some Mama Mellace's Cinnamon Roasted Almonds. Mmmm...sweet and crunchy, with that toasted almond flavor. I swear they aren't paying me for this. They're really that good.
Wondering about the title? I decided that, like an e-mail worm, I'm going to add snippets of words in my subject line when I can't think of anything clever to say. This one is from the opening of 'Look Homeward, Angel'.
