Yarn helps. So do beads. So do Vargas girls.
The yarn is a prize from Kara, and tired and bleary-eyed as I was last night, I kept clutching it to me in IHOP, trying to keep it away from stickiness and trying to figure out what brand of candy it was making me crave. I promise to pay it forward soon.
The beads for the Mardi Gras poncho I managed to find on a break from the drilling, and x-rays, and more drilling, and more x-rays. While my
The Vargas girl is about to leave the frame shop where I work. I will miss her.
In the stack to grade:
- 10 10-page research papers
- 23 2- to 3-page compare/contrast papers
- 1 very badly written 5-page essay analyzing 2 articles
- 1 very badly written annotated bibliography of 10 sources
- 1 very badly written paper on environmental footprints
- 20 5-page proposal papers dealing with a local environmental issue
- 35 quizzes
- 20 final exams
- 35 3-page position papers complaining about the local community college
- effin' jury duty
- lesson plans for 2 substitutes during jury duty
- 5 rock star gigs in the next week and half
- 2 house guests
- My effin' 40th birthday
- finding a zipper for the EZ ribwarmer
finding beads for the mardi gras poncho
- finding beads for the Vogue anniversary scarf
- finding buttons to redo a Skiff sweater for a friend
sleepI actually managed a wee bit of this in the dentist's chair and was dreaming of brioche in the round and shouting, "Hah! I told you it could be done!" to a certain knitting doyenne when I was jabbed in the gum with a file. I suppose it still counts as sleep though. I wonder if she jabbed me because I actually was shouting in my sleep. I've been told I have marked tendencies in that direction.
*clearly a typo, but since that's how I tend to say "library" when I's tired, being as how I'm from Baltimore, I'm leaving it, hon.