May 23, 2003 :: 1:47 a.m.
eat your mathematical sea bass, it's peeeelicious!
I've nearly poked my eye out with size 11 knitting needles several times tonight. 14-inch needles are the spawn of satan, to be sure. Especially when you're knitting a very small purse-like object with them. Why none of my local craft stores carry shorter needles, I'll never know. But I'll be bitter about it, for sure. I may also follow in Xander's footsteps and need an eye patch at some point, because 14-inch needles in the hands of a tired spaz? Not a good idea in any sense.
The aforementioned purse-like object is, indeed, to become a purse in the end. It was originally a little thing for Chloe (my niece), but now I'm thinking of keeping it for myself. It's kind of cute - one strand each of burgundy and cream, knit in linen stitch. It's sturdy as all hell, that's for sure. The only thing that could possibly push its way through the fabric would be, well, a knitting needle. Probably a 14-inch one, just because they are the very tools used to dig the torture pits of the inferno.
Adam and I made dinner for his mom tonight - black bean soup and apple crisp. And bread, but we didn't make that. It was yummy, and my apple crisp didn't suck. I was surprised. I mean, the recipe was simple, but usually these things don't come out too well for me. It's a thing. And that thing is that I'm not exactly a master chef - surprise, surprise. But it was quite tasty, actually. I sort of want to just make the topping and eat it with ice cream, apples be damned. Mmm, oatmeal and flour and brown sugar and things baked until brown and mixed with vanilla ice cream.
Excuse me, I have to wipe up some drool just now.
I'm so tired. I feel like I should keep writing, but I don't really know what else to say. I got three new balls of yarn (grey, blue, and burgundy), three pairs of knitting needles (5, 10, and 11), and two pairs of point protectors tonight at the scariest Wal-Mart in existence. The size 10 needles and the point protectors came courtesy of Adam; the extreme scariness was fully supplied by the employees and customers of the super humongous Wal-Mart someplace near Hershey. I even felt out of place in the craft section, and usually I'm okay there. I really don't want to go to that particular Wal-Mart again, ever. Next time I'll deal with the extra miles and drive to Mechanicsburg, because at least the Wal-Mart there is somewhat familiar. Like comfortable, yet ugly and holey, old socks. I have lots of those. Next time I'm at the building incarnation of them, I should pick up some new ones.
Okay. Bed time for me. Or perhaps a bit more knitting time and then to bed, but off the computer nonetheless. I get to sleep over at Adam's tomorrow and Saturday, which is always exciting. I'll update with interesting occurrences or completely random things, like "ten times twelve is the square root of sea bass cooked in urine." I said that to Amanda in an IM conversation last night, and I still find it very amusing for some reason. Probably because nonsensical things are just so much fun.
'Night.
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