Hello, Friend

Yeahhhhhh...I probably have a lot to write about.

     But I'm probably not going to.

Or maybe I will

NaNo sucks: in the sense of words. 

Don't I look perplexed??

NaNo is awesome: in the way of good friends.

J. is seriously the most awesome ML ever, ever, ever. 

 I've only got 33k. Barely 33k. Folks, it's the 20-somethingth. That blows. Because I'm not going to hit 50k. Good news is. I'm not delusional, so I'm not killing myself to hit the big 50. And hey, you know, meeting J and M and K and Mr. K..and all the rest...well. It's been pretty gravy-cool.

That's Mr. K over there, trying to...fix his back. I think. We're not really sure what he's doing. Most times. But whatever, I find it a charming thing of sorts.

That's Mr. K and J. 

--->

I don't like this...I can't get these words to wrap and kern and such as I wish. But What-Ever.

My friends:

 There was yarn. 

There was Knittage. 

There was a little fingerless glove, too!

Then I got drunk. 

Then I gave the little glove to some drummer 

named Dusty.

WHAT?

Mr. K protected me that night. 

That was good.

 But he, nor J, could retrieve the glove.

I puked on me. Worse, I puked on Mr. K. 

That's embarrassing.

       I don't have pictures of any of this to post 

(too bad--that would be most entertaining, now wouldn't it?)

So I've begun again.

And the yarn-yard-sale? Yes, La-La--it went well. I gave tons of yarn away. Pretty much. By the end. But that's okay. It's gone, done...

See. I realize now: I'm a compulsive buyer.

     But I'm also a yarn snob.

I buy cheap yarn compulsively.

    But later, I snobbishly dismiss it.

Because it's cheap.

                Eh.