Late night in my house

I gathered up my yarn and tools and put them away. I closed my laptop and put it down. This is the signal that I’m heading to bed. David saw this and put his guitar down and started to get up.
David: Okay, it’s time, my fingers hurt.
Me: are you coming to bed too?
David: Yeah.
Me: Oh. Cuz I was going to bring the pie to bed.
David: You’re going to bring the pie to bed?
mmm peach pie.

Able was I ere I saw Palindromes

We got Palindromes from Netflix the other day. Meh. I wasn’t all that taken with it. Reviews kept calling it funny. It wasn’t funny. There were a few goofy moments but overall, it wasn’t funny. There were so many other ways to describe it: sad, hopeless, upsetting, stilted and forced, poorly thought out, gimmicky, devastating.
I just wasn’t all that taken with it. The idea of using different actresses (and one actor) to play the main character might have worked if the personalities of the actresses (and actor) defined a characteristic of Aviva,, the main character. As proof of my utter lack of soul, I just did not like the very young actress that played young Aviva. Sticking your tongue way out when you talk in order to fake a lisp doesn’t make you cute or precocious, it just means your mom lied to you about how to look cute.
anyway.
It’s PMS/miss ghengis terribly/get weepy/become territorial about my cereal and ice cream/feel apathetic week, the week out of every month that makes David ask himself what the hell he’s doing with a giant glandular sloth in the house.
Instead of calling animal control on me, he bought me a peach pie. Nothing says I love you like not having you hauled away to a zoo when you truly deserve it. Nothing says long term commitment like peach pie instead of a kick in the ass. The peach pie is delicious and happy and surprisingly peachy!
After taking way too much effexor the other day, I realized just how lovely it is not to give a shit! My god! It was awesome. You want to complain to me? Go ahead, I don’t care! Make bad decisions and not take responsibility? I’m here to hear and not listen! Run a red light and almost t-bone me? Go ahead, I honestly could not care any less (also my power steering thingy is making loud noises so make sure you hit that part of the car so it will be covered on the insurance). Chew up the sofa? let me add peanut butter to the cushion for you. Seriously, I just could not bring myself to care and it was incredibly liberating.
Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure that the doctor is not going to allow me to bump my prescription all the way up to 450 mgs just so I can become a dick. She’ll tell me to work on being a dick at this dosage first.
and in better news, I’m in the middle of calculating and designing a sweater since the awesome cabled version I showed you the other day just would not work with the yarn I have and I don’t feel like buying more yarn. Wait, wrong, I do feel like buying more yarn, every day I feel like buying more yarn, I just don’t want to buy more yarn for a sweater. I have other actual projects that need to be worked on first.
Bumble ramble I got nothing else. Stay sharp my marshmallows!

Dear Chester

If you don’t freak out and bark bark bark at the little kids playing outside you won’t get a raging case of ‘freakout hiccups’. Cause and effect, little dude. think about it.

Because I’m ocd in all the wrong ways

most ocd people have super super clean houses and they have things lined up …just so. These people are easy to fuck with because all you have to do is move one thing. It’s cruel but it has to be done. I’m all ocd in the wrong areas. My house isn’t clean, far from it. You could move something, I would notice, I would not care. Go ahead, move something.
I’ve somehow managed to channel my ocd into my crochet work (and now that I have Ravelry, I have people who understand). I seek out more and more difficult patterns to work on. I’ve been doing a lot of Fair Isle and tapestry crochet. Dealing with two or more colors at a time requires focus and concentration and is very very calming. I focus only on the crochet and nothing else and nothing bothers me.
I also make more sweaters and things for myself (for me!).
Okay, so I had decided to do this sweater, but I got wise. It got a pretty chilly reception from everyone who looked at it and I have come to accept that no sweater is going to make me look thinner and if I put on that sweater I will end up looking like a giant land anemone. okay fine. Also, the pattern is super super super easy and very repetitive. Instead, I’m making this bad boy. Okay, so here’s the deal, i will have to reshape the sides to fit, but I can do that. Also, I have to promise not to get a wiener perm to match that guy’s hair. Lastly, that damned thing needs sleeves. I will have to design sleeves based on the pattern on the front. So I’m bumping my projects around and this is going to be on the list. I love making crochet cables. So much easier than knit cables, which is an ironic thing to say since I am looking for something more challenging. But really, I’m looking for ‘challenge’ not ‘7th level of hell’.
Also, let’s put this out there as a last call…
If you would like something specific made for you for Christmas or you would like me to make something for you to give to someone for Christmas, it is September 20th. I need to know ASAP so we can work out the details. Felted purses, plaid scarves, robot leg warmers, chenille hats, stuffed animals, whatever. If you go to my lame Flickr account you can see samples of my work, also, my latest hair color adventure and my new glasses. As an aside, I still don’t like Flickr, in fact I really don’t like it, but it’s the only way to do photos on Ravelry and I do like Ravelry so I am willing.
alright peepodlers, I need to get me to work and find all the piles of stuff I need to do.

The things that happen and the thing not to do

So, I’ve not gotten a good, full night of sleep since I got out of bed last Monday. That would be the 10th. That would be a very long time ago. This is the longest I have gone without good sleep in a long long time. It makes me crazy, obsessive and crabby.
Shut up.
This morning, high on the lack of good sleep and confused as hell I took three effexor. I’m supposed to take 2. I take two 150 milligram effexor every morning and three 100 milligram welbutrin. The welbutrin are blut, the effexor are brown. This morning, I was tired. I took. I took 50% more than I should have. I took 450 milligrams. Took me a while to figure out what was going on. I figure I was loopy from lack of sleep. Then I realized that beyond the loopiness I was also completely fucking apathetic. I just did not care about anything.
Yeah. Need more sleep before I mistake the drano for horchata mix.
On the bright side, crochet projects are coming along beautifully.