Do I have to count the ways in which a day off is better spent than dealing with computer crap? Spyware, adware, viruses -- the litany of stuff that gets on my computer without my knowledge or consent, slowing my cable connection to the speed of dial-up, that requires me to become geekier than I want to be and/or fork out money to true geeks. I'm disenchanted with computers and anything having to do with them. It's just all crap and getting to be too much.
I'm knitting some cool Kool-aid booties and the second sleeve of Cromarty. I finished Goldie, but the sleeve caps are wonky and they look like Patti LaBelle shoulders after a while. If a blocking doesn't take care of it, I'll be reknitting them again.
My bleeding heart is starting to bloom (and so are the volunteers), but it's been too darn cold for a good look-see.
My sister is 8 months pregnant and doesn't have a single stretch mark. What the hell?
I don't frickin' smoke anymore and I guess it's too early to drink. Guess I'll have to blow some extra-fierce bubbles with my bubble gum! Maybe I'll have a double.