August 19th, 2005

LadyHawke

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I have refound the joy in knitting. It's taken something like three years, but I have the bug again. I was sitting on the van on the way home yesterday without a book and unable to sleep and it occured to me that I could be knitting. I thought about the actual motions and just NEEDED to pick some up. Thankfully, I left an afghan only 1/5 done, so there was a simple project just sitting at home. I found my fingers remembered better than my head, but my head seems to have caught up. So, now I have something constructive to do on the long rides too and from work. Wonder how long the bug will last this time? And I wonder what's going to happen to the sewing project(s) that I have sitting (dang those blasted grommets! And I am not much looking forward to binding off those tabs, either... and the thought that it still might not fit is so discouraging... but I gotta get the grommets in to check the fit....) or have been simply thinking about....
LadyHawke

Oh, this is just odd.

I just got an express package from England. It's from a Quintiles employee there, but, well, it's got nothing to do with me. It's addressed to me, very clearly, but nothing in it seems to have anything to do with my job. Thankfully, there's a cover page with lots of useful contact info, so I sent an email (I am pretty sure he's gone home by now) explaining that I just can't be the proper recipient, but if he could find out who was SUPPOSED to get this, I would be happy to send it on.

Just, so odd.
LadyHawke

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I resent migraines. I resent that I have the second one in a year. I was really appreciating the whole 'one every two years' thing I had going on. I was also really appreciating the whole 'if I take pain killer when I first see the blind spot, then keep my eyes closed until the blind spot goes away, I never get the headache" thing. So I resent the fact that this migraine came on near the end of the work day, as I had no choice about keeping my eyes open far too much to stop the pain. It's not AS BAD (obviously, or I would be lying down and wimpering), but I still prefer the no-pain version. Go figure.
LadyHawke

Self-punishing behaviour.

Climbing up on the counters while Mom is elsewhere and sneaking a heaping spoonful of





baking cocoa


powder



This childhood memory brought to you by Starbuck's Chantico.


Would any of my gentle readers care to add their own self-punishing behaviour?