I’m going to preface this blog by saying that I thought today was Wednesday.  It’s really Tuesday.  I’m aware that this is trite.  I don’t care, it pisses me off anyways.

I need to suck it up and buy a damn ball winder already.  I’m a lazy asshole that doesn’t like going to the yarn store to use their ball winder.  Also I’m afraid that if I go there, I won’t leave without buying something.  Besides, I have my own method and it involves kitchen utensils and an overturned chair, seriously.  This works every time without tangling the yarn and it creates a really solid center-pull ball.  Yesterday I tried to cut corners.  I should never try to cut corners, because this is what happens:

But I’m stubborn and I still won’t buy a ball winder.

There are some things that I dread about being single.  Take for instance the fact that I will now have to shave my legs and pits, go to the gym, brush my hair, wear things that match, look presentable.  These things are all trite too, but it still pisses me off.  In actuality, I will probably not change any of the ways that I do things for myself.  Because that’s just how I roll: mismatching, hairy, and damn proud of it.

Also I don’t know if I want to finish this beanie.  On one hand, I really want to see how it turns out and I think J would still like it.  On the other hand, it might be too soon.

I suppose I can just put it in the WIP pile for later.  It’s warming up anyways (I write this as it’s hailing outside), so it wouldn’t be of much use to anyone until months from now.

I don’t intend to make this blog about my so-called personal life.  My personal life is dull and boring and, well, personal.  But it’s hard to go through life-altering situations without at least mentioning it in passing.

So, it’s Tuesday and I’m going to avoid the gym like the plague, untangle my yarn and finish winding it into a ball.  It’s a glamorous life.

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