I'm really tired today, I was barely functional at work, headachy, crabby. I realized that I have tried to be a Good Little South Beacher and eschew caffeine as much as possible. Sorry Dr. A, I need my leaded Starbucks. Tomorrow I will be fully caffeinated and buzzing around like the Energizer Bunny. And I'll have enough energy to make it to the gym. I was going to go tonight, but I literally did not have the strength to contemplate putting on the sports bra. Sounded like too much work. It was that bad.
The funny thing is, while I was dragging ass around the office, hating everything and everyone in my path, all I really wanted to do was sit down and knit. I wanted my sweater. I wanted to finish the sleeve. It was like a physical craving. The power of the Comfort Sweater.
Just go read James Wolcott. Especially the second entry, "Radioactive Afterglow." Then, if you aren't a regular, go to Knitters Review and scroll to the bottom, and read the thread about how we must Unite! And take a moment to feel sorry for the Iraqis, because we've just got this (liberal- HAR!) media-created construct, the "red and blue" shit, but they have a whole color spectrum of political groups who are going to be told to "JUST UNITE!" under whoever wins the election. Damn, the fun's just beginning for them.