so, wordpress and i had a semi-minor kerfuffle over some pictures this weekend. i’m not sure wha happened (yes, i meant to leave the ‘t’ off there. please don’t email me about it), but i think there was a misunderstanding between firefox and wordpress.
because the pictures are doing okay now. psh, i don’t know. i even dug explorer out of the hard drive, and it gave me the same load of crap about pictures.
and yet, it’s working just fine now. what the hell?
it’s an issue. i’m working on it. that’s otis up there.
so! i spent my weekend being a total dork. as per usual. i knitted up a storm, and… i finally sewed up a cardigan that has been finished forever. see, i made this pretty red lace cardigan. and lo, it was good. except for the sleeves. they sucked, they were a little snug and scratchy, and their seams blew goats. just trust me on that. so, i re-knit them. and then i just lost interest in the cardigan. it’s been sitting in a basket waiting to be sewn up for, like, months now.
so finally, i sewed that bitch on up. and, i neglected to take pictures. largely because i was thinking to myself, screw pictures. i can’t post them.
der. i can put them up on ravelry. along with pictures of other stuff i’ve been meaning to put up.
blah blah blah.
anyway… i mentioned my interview on friday? i think i got the position, but i won’t know for sure for a few more days yet. but man… that interview was surreal. it wasn’t anything anyone did or said. it was more my exhaustion. work, clinical, race home for a shower and a change of clothes, then bolt over to the interview. i was a little wiped out. i think it helped me be a little more normal. i’m usually a bit on the tightly-wound side, or at least very-nervous-and-trembly. and i stutter a bit. being so pooped as i was, made me seem calm and relaxed.
i may be outsorcing my sleeping from now on.
she does it so well. after my interview, i went looking for this portable version of guitar hero i had seen on the innernets, but i had no luck. and then some small part of my brain notified me that i was seriously close to passing out, and i should just go home. which i did. and which i did.
my bedside table. i really like the lighting, is all.
oh, and i really wanted to show y’all this. i’ve been having some color issues, it appears.
green shoes, tequila sunrise socks, blue scrubs. i think my hoodie was green. with dark green bunnies. but i was giving people headaches, what with all the crazy.
i dare not tell them i get dressed in roughly 30 seconds, and i don’t have time for frilly things like mirrors most days.
at least i use soap. thanks for stopping by.
congrats on the leg-breaking; i would also like to commend you on the fact that your ensemble in that last picture matches not only your knitting in the background, but your heart attack in a can thinger as well. what is that, mac and cheese? oh, and you have a typo. outsourcing. unless you are implying that sleeping is an act of sorcery, which is an argument i could find plausible. you close your eyes, open them, and kerpoof! hours of your life have veritably disappeared.
the can is my standard-issue soup. i have soup every night for my meal break. since i’m forgetful of minor things like food, i keep microwave-able soup tubs in my trunk, along with popcorn and a coffee cup.
and both words work well, but you’re right – i meant to type ‘outsourcing’. my fingers tend to get stupid at certain hours.