Picture: The sock from last week, all ready to be grafted shut at the toe, but not done yet because then I would really have nothing to knit, since I forgot to pack the second ball in my luggage.
Picture: The shawl and vest, not quite caught up to my spring semester adventures, as they, too, have been left behind in order to preserve space in the luggage.
Picture: One recently-turned-21-year-old girl, sniffling and hacking, growing more and more irritated by her luck. A girl who had wanted to write a whole post on her birthday, one that could hardly contain her excitement, but saw her confinement to bed whenever possible the more prudent measure. A girl who has been confined to bed with nothing to knit… but at least has fixed up her Internet so she can watch hours of television on her computer without the shows breaking up. This girl would never know what to do without television when she is sick!
Yes, sick, just my luck, as usual, my immune system sucks, la la la, hatred, anger, etc. Obviously this year is starting off juuuust right. If I get bronchitis again I’m going to hit somebody. Preferably whoever thinks this is funny (that would be whatever gods are up there in the sky). I WILL STILL WRITE ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY, PLEASE DON’T HOLD IT AGAINST ME THAT IT WILL BE QUITE A FEW DAYS LATE BECAUSE I’M SICK AND FRUSTRATED AND JUST WANT TO TRADE IN FOR A HIGHER-GRADE IMMUNE SYSTEM. Thanks all. If anyone hears this — please send yarn!
Urgh. From another sickie I hear you. Take care.