which is when it seems like I tend to post
I've lost the ability to knit. No, really. Everything I've cast in in a month or so has been an unmitigated disaster by row 10.
I had a terrible binge last night, wherein I ate a box of cookies, a bag of chips and a couple if Clif bars. Now, mind you, this is far less than I used to eat on a binge, but the act of it makes me far more physically uncomfortable now than it ever did ten years ago, and I know it's not worth it. I know it. So why?
I'm not an unhappy person. I have a lot of things to take joy in, and I try to. So why am I grumping all the time? I don't like to think I'm one of those people who's only happy when I'm bitching. Sighs. Maybe I just need to take the happy pills ;) I know I need to go back on our vitamins.
okay, it's the next day and I feel better. bored now