I got nothin' of substance to say today, if I try you'll probably wonder what is wrong with me...simple really:
My second interview for that library position is today...
The butterflies are in my head now.
I'm going to go upstairs and knit on my socks...at the heel flap! For the second time...yes, "tinking" was involved. I opted to not outright rip as I've had quite an adventure trying to get those US 1 needles to go in the way they're supposed to after ripping back one sock cuz I missed TWO WHOLE rows of the pattern three WHOLE inches away from noticing. How does that happen??? I was tempted to take that Persian or Arabic philosophy of leaving in the mistake as "only God is perfect" or whatever it is...but I already have a couple minor mess-ups on the pattern that my OCD is letting me live with. They fit the bill quite well, thankyouverymuch.
Nerves suck ass. They need to just give me the job and let it be done with...my humble side is buried in the backyard, can you tell?