It’s an average Monday. Well, actually, now that I think about it, I woke up in a great mood, and not doing anything at work isn’t bothering me. So this is NOT an average Monday.
I had two friends outside the warm comfortable boundaries of the US recently, and they’re both back with stories, so that make today better.
I’ve decided that I cannot live without a set of interchangeable knitting needles any more, so I’m researching them. There appears to be three different options: metal (Boye), plastic (Denise), and bamboo. I’ve been reading up, and I still don’t know which I’d prefer. I want to buy them today, as I like near-instant gratification.
My weekend was stellar. I went to the Squatter’s Ball, where I schooled some youngsters in limbo, drank a whole bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, and jumped on a bed. You may think I made this up, but I didn’t. The only regret I have was not dressing up like an actual hobo.