SNOTpocalypse, September 2011

It's about time for a nice little blog post, eh?

I've been feeling...well, Bipolar. There's no other way to describe it. I'm hot and cold, yes and no, in and out, up and down...I actually like her music, FYI. It's CATCHY!

So here's my recent life, in random, rambling form. Enjoy sorting it out...

Last Saturday I went to the State Fair with a yarny friend, her husband, and her mom. Her husband was cool. Her mom? TOTAL PARTY POOPER. (Sorry, yarny friend!) But she and I did pretty things with string in the car on the way there and back, and as a thank-you for driving, since I hate driving, I gave her a set of the stitch markers I made and WHAT DO YOU KNOW, they matched the yarn she was swatching with perfectly. I must be psychic.

Anyway, I did actually have fun, even though we didn't ride any rides. Yarny Friend and I were thinking about riding a few rides after we had looked at all the animals and exhibits booths and things, but we took one look at the line and decided it wouldn't be worth it. It's a good thing, too, because by the time we would have reached the front of the line to ride the whirly-around-make-you-sick ride, it would have been pouring rain. We got caught in it as it was! We were totally soaked!

This coming weekend Jorg and Scott and I were planning on going again, but he's not into exhibits, just fair food and rides, and THAT'S HOW WE LIKE IT! The problem is, I think I'm getting sick. Correction: I KNOW I'm getting sick. It's almost 5:00 in the morning, and I woke up about three hours ago with a burning sore throat and so much snot I don't even know what to do with it.

So I took some of that Zinc stuff that supposedly helps shorten colds, and some throat drops, and some Sudafed (the real kind, not the fake stuff they label as Sudafed nowadays) and lo and behold, I'm AWAKE. I'm not surprised; this is, after all, the stuff they make meth from. I can't really miss work (okay, well, theoretically I could, but it's been a hellish two weeks and my boss doesn't need to have to worry about covering for me when all I have is the sniffles...) so I'm going to suck it up and take drugs all freaking day, and maybe by this weekend I'll feel okay enough to go make myself sick from eating fair food and then riding in spinny-twisty-up-and-down-and-all-around rides at the fair. If not, I'll just have to wait until next year. SUCKO.

I spent all this week wishing it were Thursday so I could go to knit night.

I'm doing a test-knit for one of my yarny friends, and I taught myself the Magic Loop method! I'd tried it before with little success, but I think now I've got it. I haven't decided if I like it as much as using double pointed needles, but I'm thinking I'll get there. One needle is infinitely easier to keep track of than five, if you know what you're doing.

Oh, the snot. Make it stop!

I just spent the last two weeks doing damage control (and working ten or eleven hour days) at my lab because my equipment was down. I'm so tired and mad about it that I'm not even going to tell you about it. For now. Because I reserve the right to rant later on. It is, after all, my blog, which I may fill with whatever I wish.

Ugh. My throat freaking hurts.

I feel like blogging is a chore lately. I feel like I have everything to say, but nothing to say at the same time. I'm exhausted, and unmotivated, and emotionally I'm just DONE with everything. Does anyone else feel like this? I want to blog. I really do. I just can't get myself to sit down and do it lately.

MY THROAT HURTS.