ROBIEWANKENOBIE

rwkn IS a grouchy gus, why do you ask? yo, so. ever have that day that starts with an expired feral cat preventing you from entering your garage to get your bike lock, and you ride your bike into town (in the rain) instead of taking your mofo car in order to avoid the horrendous World Equestrian Game traffic and there are no aforementioned traffic snarls? yes it was first thing in the morning. no i still haven't had coffee. i have not maimed anyone with my overall response to the attack monday has launched so i figure we all fucking win.

anywhoo de whoo. i've been thinking lately about my inability to complete tasks. it's like crazy out of control. not only in paying bills and all that yada yada yada, but also with things i fucking love to do. i'm learning to spin but it's still on again off again. if i'd just work on it a bit at a time i would OWN that shitz. but no. i made a darling baby gift and i think the baby might still be able to wear it if i were able to mail the bitch. oh, and i was working on a dress with my beloved a, who said that i should get over myself and my sewing block and just sew the damn thing because i wasn't a moron and could damn well figure out how to do it myself. tough love. tough love, my peeps. and, finally, the bane of all knitters the EEEEEEVILE curse of the second sock. the fucking bane of my existence. i have 90% of sock A. completed and i'm bound and determined that this is going to happen. i'm going to beat the everlovin' shit out of this second sock. srsly. bam! SHAZAAM! pow! it's going to happen. believe it. give me two weeks and i'll friggin' prove it.

current life temperature? 94.5% awesome. well, with the exception of the feral cat. we'll just pretend that never happened.