I’m exhausted.  Every ounce of my being screams for me to go to bed and stay there for at least two days.  I spent the entire day at work blankly staring at the computer screen trying not to fall asleep.  I turned on episodes of Strongbad on my iPod in hopes that it would keep me awake, but still my eyelids weighed heavy and my head bobbed up and down as I drifted between sleep and oh-my-god-I-hope-no-one-saw-that-I-just-fell-asleep (you know that brief little adrenaline rush that soars through your body momentarily when you wake yourself up from half-sleep in public).  Somehow, I made it through without my head smacking into my keyboard with a loud crack that would have made the devout christian woman in the cube behind me swear with surprise.  Go me.

But no sleep just yet.  I’m about 40 pages from finishing book #1 of 52.  So, no sleep until Sookie’s latest shenanigans are through.

And knitting… it’s been a while since I’ve done any of that.

Spinning…  I’m way behind on Lew’s yarn.  I need to just knock it out this weekend.  That’s totally doable.

But I did learn how to crochet last weekend.  Surprisingly, it doesn’t suck as much as it has always sucked for me in the past.  I’m learning early on that I have a talent for decreasing in crochet.  Unintentionally.  As in I went from 203 stitches in the first row to 103 stitches in the 3rd… maybe 4th row.  And I have no clue how I did it.  Now I just need to crochet something that isn’t a sad little test scarf.  

And since I have no WIP updates to share, I’ll leave you with my new favorite photo.  This is the Best.  Spinning.  Photo.  Ever.  And no, I did not do this (although I kinda wish I had because it’s awesome).

Watch out where the other end of your roving is while you are spinning.  Otherwise, you might spin the carpet too.

Just a little word of advice.