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... at least that's what i hear. the organ is union or whatever, and it's not getting enough respect. so, i'm sitting here, waiting for it to accept or reject the contract my people have worked out with its people (in the form of a peanut butter sandwich). okay, that's really silly. but i've felt like the bottom of a taxicab since late friday night, and i'd really like to be a in a tub of warm water right now. just because it sounds nice.

but because i'm a pansy about such things (which is double speak for: hey, i've read the handbook of diseases, and i can think of a thousand horrifying reasons why my stomach is on stike, the least of which is food poisoning), when i get sick with something really simple, i start to think about the worst case scenario. like, yeah - this could be an ulcer. i have all the symptoms for that. and really, my stomach has been making noises along this line since mid-december. or, you know... historically, i've have really bad intestinal cramps and disorders involving my tummy prior to having another go-round with the cancer.

i'm such a joy. moving on...

since i'm such a dweeb, i pay attention to random pieces of information. like, the fact that over 500 people have visited this website this month. and, like, five or six of you actually leave comments. which kinda makes me feel like less of a dork. i hope y'all are getting something out of this, even if you're not talking. it does make me feel better, knowing that in some small way, i'm not the only one who fears looking like a moron. heh - sorry, but i typed 'mormon' accidentally just then. it's unnerving how close those two words are. anyway, thanks for reading. i'd thank you with a knitted object if you'd say hi or something. but it's okay. believe me, i understand.

so, since my stomach is on strike (and believe me when i say, i'm glad it didn't start a riot while having dim sum with cool people on saturday), i've been staying close to the bathroom. because i'm a wuss, and i need a toilet to puke in. i'm not much for puking in bushes, or on the ground, like some common drunk. it needs to be a toilet, and preferably one that's been cleaned recently. i have issues, yes. however, i have been knitting like an insane woman. or like someone told me they were gonna amputate my hands. so, i have a few pictures.

first, we have an orange cake of linen yarn. which has started to be something for YMCrae. it's not the best picture, but it is a sexy, burnt-orangy color. yeah, i said orangy. i've become that person. i blame my stomach for this.

oooh, this is the branching out scarf. i found this cream-ish yarn in the basket. it's gonna look so swanky when it's done. i think i originally bought this stuff to make a pillow for z's bed. um... yeah, i did. the pillow looks a little creepy, actually. it's a cylindrical shape, and she wanted most of it to be this insane eyelash yarn junk. i hate that stuff, but people in general seem to love it. i just thought of this, but the pillow looks like a stubby, fluffy, cream-colored penis. i'm really not kidding. someone remind me to take a picture of that bad boy. but this scarf - it won't look like a penis.

here i am, holding caliometry on my head. it needs to be washed before i'll add a button. for now, just pretend my hand's not there. seriously, this took around two hours to make. and it keeps my head warm. although i do think i look vaguely amish. an amish lass with a blog and a stomach that hates her.

another caliometry. moi may recognize the pink - it's leftover panty yarn. and it's on my head. i think this is the closest i'll ever get to having her undies on my head. and that's totally a good thing. i think i mentioned i was sending her some mystery gifts? i found two pairs of undies (it was a knickers event, i tell you) that all but begged to be sent to her. see? see what happens when you give your address to random people on the interweb? you get knitted objects in the mail, and underwear and lip gloss goes along for the ride. but no hotel keys. i kept that sucker.

and only a few people will know of what i speak.

finally, ophelia shows how much she loves to leave comments on my blog. it's the complete indifference that gets me. oh, and that's the almost tackiest-blanket-ever. but man, it's great to have about when you're feeling like absolute ass. the cat wants to get all in my face - because i usually don't get sick, she gets all weirded out and has to stomp on the bladder and dig her claws in any available tender surface - but with this, she just wants to lay on it near me. or better yet, lay between it and the comforter. although it is kinda funny when she's licking herself. she'll sometimes be unable to tell where she ends and the blanket begins, and soon she'll be licking the faux fur and purring. it's not normal behavior, i tell you.

next time, i should have pictures of the most gigantic sock ever, and why i've had to make it again (i blame my stomach and my mother). and maybe some pictures of that penis pillow.

thanks for stopping by.