Someone must be, as my mind is no longer functioning. It's not just the stomping around Wah-Mart, muttering obscenities like a Tourette's sufferer because they refuse to carry anything remotely useful to me. It goes beyond the near-total memory loss that causes me to look in the mirror and wonder, "Why am I combing YOUR hair?". It's more than the sudden reversal of my complete and all-consuming fear of Tabasco sauce. No, there's one major sign of my mental disintegration.
I am knitting an afghan. In garter stitch squares. Clearly, I am insane.
Did I not just post of my hatred for what is to me the mind-numbing tedium of knitting an endless series of squares, each identical to the one before? Why yes, I believe I did! Yet here I am, surrounded by chunky yarn and size nine needles, with a goofy smile on my face as I think about how gol-darned cute this thing is going to be.
I'm going to think of fun stuff instead. Things like having a Girl's Night Out with the gang. Cosmopolitans and manicures! I can't drink and a manicure is pointless when you work with heavy machinery, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the evening. I even got to collect a new funny phrase when L proclaimed her bewilderment over Chik-Fil-A's choice of condiments. "Who puts pickles on a chicken?" Heh, heh. Pickled chicken.
More fun stuff! H suggested that it would be possible to connect my cell phone to the laptop and make an Internet connection. As proof of her cleverness, I give you...today's post! Yes, I am at home with Himself and our assorted critters, typing in comfort and out of the office. Ah!
Yeah, fun stuff is good. A fine distraction from everyday life...hey, I wonder how many more squares I can finish today?