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Today began badly, with tangled, dry hair, a lint-covered black coat, the elevator at work being broken, and myself being both sleep-deprived and surrounded by a pod of Morning Persons calling to each other in mind-bending pitches. This is what I typed to comfort myself and avoid sudden-onset screaming.
P.S. If the word "parthenogenone" seems foreign, google Komodo Dragons and virgin birth. It'll keep you busy and out of my hair, but also there are some fascinating articles you may enjoy.
But things got better. The SO brought me a chocolate cupcake, I found out that Santa's reindeer are all butch lesbians, my cat is clingy because of the cold, and I'm finally going to get to watch Friday Night Lights 101.
And! I worked with a pattern for a neck warmer to make the SO something warm and face-covering for 20 degree (F) weather. (Mock away once and future Canadians. California kid, here. It's not supposed to freeze in Surf City.) The yarn is this luscious baby alpaca that is so soft and cuddly that my cat is jealous. (She also wants to hunt and attack it, but that's normal for anything smaller than a breadbox.)
In further knitting news, I finished a lap blanket, an iPod sock, and a shawl recently. I almost feel like an actual knitter. Next up: redesigned scarf based on the famous Doctor Who scarf.
Meanwhile, in the war-torn country of Fandonia, the population is bursting with stories to tell. Will enough beta readers be discovered to edit the adventures of Samuel Winchester and his Hotass of Doom? Or will the dark forces of bad grammar keep the people down?
Dear Morning People,It's nice that you folks have an easy time getting going at the crack of dawn. It's sweet that you feel so perky at 8AM. I appreciate your desire to share your
happiness with others. It must be fun for you, watching the sunrise while chatting a mile a minute and eating solid food before the rest of us have finished
the end of that REM cycle.But. Please, for the love of the parthenogenone in swaddling clothes, give those of us who aren't like you five minutes of peace at the beginning of the day.
Silence is golden, and all that. Also, high-pitched noises make us twitch, so save the squealing for after 10 o'clock, 'kay? And prior to our first (or second)
cups of coffee is NOT the time to quiz us on our entire history, make jokes about people who aren't awake yet, or regale us with stories about your adorable
family members and/or exciting trip to the drugstore with the rude clerk.Remember, when you nod off? We'll just be becoming really alert. And we tend to be creative. Thanks for not making us have to do inventively rude things to you in your sleep,The Night OwlsP.S. If the word "parthenogenone" seems foreign, google Komodo Dragons and virgin birth. It'll keep you busy and out of my hair, but also there are some fascinating articles you may enjoy.
But things got better. The SO brought me a chocolate cupcake, I found out that Santa's reindeer are all butch lesbians, my cat is clingy because of the cold, and I'm finally going to get to watch Friday Night Lights 101.
And! I worked with a pattern for a neck warmer to make the SO something warm and face-covering for 20 degree (F) weather. (Mock away once and future Canadians. California kid, here. It's not supposed to freeze in Surf City.) The yarn is this luscious baby alpaca that is so soft and cuddly that my cat is jealous. (She also wants to hunt and attack it, but that's normal for anything smaller than a breadbox.)
In further knitting news, I finished a lap blanket, an iPod sock, and a shawl recently. I almost feel like an actual knitter. Next up: redesigned scarf based on the famous Doctor Who scarf.
Meanwhile, in the war-torn country of Fandonia, the population is bursting with stories to tell. Will enough beta readers be discovered to edit the adventures of Samuel Winchester and his Hotass of Doom? Or will the dark forces of bad grammar keep the people down?
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