Jeans and Sneakers

I wanted to say thanks to Scribe and Shirah for the comments on yesterday’s post.  I really felt like crap, and part of it drifted over to today.  Blah.  Scribe, we should totally hang out sometime soon.  I think I remember you saying you liked indian food.  Do you know of any places on long island that make Dosas?  I’ve been craving one hardcore.

Today I got my Bryspuns in the mail.  Did I mention I ordered a pair to try one last time (maybe not *last* time, but you know) with the stupid Birch Shawl that’s kicking my ass?  Well, if I didn’t, there you have it, I ordered some.  So now I have no excuse for not working on the shawl. . .from the start. . .again.  Well, maybe just one teeny excuse.  I’m worried because I only got 10″ needles, which I know will be fine when I get down in the decreases, but I’m concerned about 299 stitches on 10″ needles. . .even if it is silk and mohair.

I’ve also been doing a row here and there on the Jaywalkers. . .and the first sock isn’t done yet.  I’ve got about two inches of foot before I can start (and finish) the toe.  It’s going slow because I keep putting them down.  I’ll literally do between 2-6 rows a day.  I’m going to try to bang more out today.  I hope the next two pairs of socks go more quickly.  :[

I was thinking today about how part of why I’m bummed too is because I don’t get to spend so much time with Rob.  I was totally spoiled before, when I was unemployed and I got to spend all day, every day with him.  Astonishingly, we pretty much never fought during that period of time.  If anything, we were sublimely close then, and I miss it.  And now, as I grudgingly go to work every morning, I try to think of some way to work for myself so that I can stay home and spend more time with him.  Which today kind of hit a wall because I realized that by the time I pay off my debt and save up for a car, he’ll have long since been required to be at work more often.  His company has plans, they won’t take effect until mid to late next year, but once they do. . .I have no idea what’s going to happen.  I can’t imagine Rob having to wake up early to go to work in the *morning*.  But if by then I could make some kind of home business or something for myself, he won’t be around as much, so there goes that plan.  :/

Last night I had a dream that some anonymous rapper of high acclaim had it in for me, and put out a hit on me.  The guy he sent to kill me used a kind of injected poison that is injected when you’re awake, and the poison takes two days to kill you, with no side effects, so that you walk around for 2 days knowing that you’re going to die, and not being able to do anything about it.  In the dream I kept freaking out and trying to find an antidote, and just in case trying to make sure that Turbo would have a home.  (I have no idea where Rob was in the dream)

I found a site that’s got a bunch of cool stuff I can’t afford.  :[  And everything I saw I thought “Hey, I could probably make that,” but then came the afterthought, “yeah, but I can’t afford the materials to try either.” 

Tomorrow I have an appointment at the girly doctor.  I’m not really looking forward to it at all, (especially since they say “Nothing in or around the vagina for three days prior,”  Why is it that I want to play all the more when I’m not allowed to?) but I do have some questions I want to ask the doctor, so hopefully I get the one I’m comfortable with, and not an intern like last time.