I'm FREAKING AWAKE? WHICH IS SECOND ONLY TO HOW HORRIBLE I WOKE UP. Dazzedly, I touched a puddle of reeking cat urine in the small of my back (well, on the blanket, in the small of my back.) I then, because it's so freaking early, tossed said blanket off of me (not a good idea people, there was a lot of f---k cat pee on the blanket) and laid there while I tried to get my brain to rev up.

I'm so freaking pissed. He's a kitten, but c'mon. I guess his litterbox needs changing, he's mad at me for not letting him on my lap last night while I tidied my desk, or he just felt the need to mark me. Um. Yeah. Little punk ass better watch it because I'm so pissed off,(hahaha bad pun) the next time I have to pee I might just do the little terrorist like he did me, you know what I am saying?

christ it's early. the smell of masculine animal urine is enough to make me want to gag and that was a BRAND NEW DOWN COMFORTER! DRY CLEAN ONLY. goram it.

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ok, my SP8 sent me a box which I need to photograph. It had lots of cool stuffies in it and I can't wait to show it off. She cracks me up, makes me wonder how old she is (is she a crafty youngster, or a super crafter older person?) and she sent me a pattern for the ballband dishcloth from Mason Dixon knitting so I could jump on the bandwagon but avoid purchasing a book, which was nice of her. ;) She sent me 2 balls of sugar and cream, a ball of Opal sock yarn, some paper crafty stuff, a wooden crown sign for Megan's room, some soap, and other bits. I'm sorry it got lost in the fray of getting Megan registered for a new school, she's back to school tomorrow (hallelujah!)
THANK YOU SP! I am looking forward to my next box!!!!

So I finally made a new knitting buddy. I don't know why it didn't occur to me to ask anyone from irc for their screen names on like yahoo or something, but there you go. Women intimidate the hell out of me. So I made friends with Noodles/Johnathon and he is going to be knitting something for me (since MY SP found me and I'm still hard at work) and I sent him some fiber in exchange for that. He's also going to finish the knitting on my Irish Hiking Scarf of pure delirium bringing boredom for me in exchange for the rest of my merino/silk mix roving. Ahh sad, but the boy can spin like a dream and his spindle he made himself out of the bottom of a broken wooden bowl! can you imagine? It makes me green with envy, but not quite enough to give up my wheel. hehehehe.

Talking to Johnathon's been fun. It's reinvigorated my knitting, which was kind of going to pot, which sometimes happens in my retarded effing cycles unfortunately. (Why is it you can tell a psychiatrist, I have these cycles where I do this.... for years and the one day you finally get diagnosed and it's like, "oh, books when I am in a depressive cycle, knitting when I'm somewhat balanced, cooking and crazy ass crafting when I'm manic. Huh." I mean, I figured out for myself that I read more when I was depressed because I realized I was hiding from the world in my books and using them or the act of reading to shut myself off from human contact for hours at a time. But I didn't realize that my sudden need to glitter glue a million styrafoam balls and cover them in sequins was suspect...

So far I have knitted the front and back of my DoD, the head and shoulders of Bad Juju, and almost finished another one of my things which I am not mentioning! hehehe. Oh, and since I was flashing my stash, had lost a ball of alpaca then subsequently found it, I went through my knitting bags and I found the pink/green artyarns regal silk and size 5 denises that I thought I had lost on my way home from New Mexico! They were in my ridiculous floppy hat!!!! Yay! everybody cheer.

Now I am off to crash. I can't believe the freaking cat peed on me. I'm so tired my eyeballs feel like they are packed in sawdust.