It's 8:49, but really it is 9:49!

The time change days are always so surreal, aren't they? My mom always calls them 'really is days'.

Oh, guess what I did? I knitted a bag for my Tarot cards, and I made up the pattern all myself. It looks it, too, but it worked, and it holds the cards, and I'm rather proud of myself.

In other knitting knews (hee) my friend's mother gave me tons of skeins of yarn, all the colours of the rainbow, so I can continue on with the 13 squared blanket. I've completed 4 rows, so I'm, what? A quarter of the way there?

Poor Charlie continues to cough. I am going to have to take him to the doctor's, which opens a whole other set of problems, but whatever.

I'm eagerly awaiting my opportunity to see the next episode of Torchwood. I'm so pathetically addicted.

'Night.

It's 8:49, but really it is 9:49!

The time change days are always so surreal, aren't they? My mom always calls them 'really is days'.

Oh, guess what I did? I knitted a bag for my Tarot cards, and I made up the pattern all myself. It looks it, too, but it worked, and it holds the cards, and I'm rather proud of myself.

In other knitting knews (hee) my friend's mother gave me tons of skeins of yarn, all the colours of the rainbow, so I can continue on with the 13 squared blanket. I've completed 4 rows, so I'm, what? A quarter of the way there?

Poor Charlie continues to cough. I am going to have to take him to the doctor's, which opens a whole other set of problems, but whatever.

I'm eagerly awaiting my opportunity to see the next episode of Torchwood. I'm so pathetically addicted.

'Night.