Chubby is warm, fuzzy and heavy. Chubby sleeps all day, except for when he eats. Sometimes my maternal instinct kicks in overdrive, so I pick him up and fondle him a little. He’s the only one of my cat who drools and likes prolonged petting. Sometimes heavy petting. In my conscious effort to build a routine and sticking to it, today I have been most productive. All that is left is for me to go knit a little and I’ll consider myself satisfied. I’m also really tired. Oh productivity, you come at such a price!

I have been trying to figure out Amigurumi and it isn’t as easy as everyone claims (I refuse to believe the reason is that I’m actually dumber than I think). + I need a better yarn. Look at me, blaming the yarn too. Speaking of which, my birthday approaches and I must come up with a wishlist. Oh woe! Angela’s buying me a new helmet which is awesome. My current one flops around a lot and I have to do some insane chin stretching to actually keep it on my head.

I feel like I should be using my time effectively and efficiently, but I just cannot help but sit here like a lump and read the entire contents of the internet that knits (or crochets, today).

I want to make a blanket.

"It is not age; it is that a drop has fallen; another drop. Time has given the arrangement another shake." ("The Waves", Virginia Woolf)

I just finished reading the book and this phrase has been haunting me since. Mainly because it’s true ("but also because you turned on the light…."). I have adopted a strict policy of not thinking and not divulging the bad news that we keep being regaled with. I have my crazy moments, but I deal with them by being a bitch to everyone around me. Oh, it feels so special. I need to establish a routine that allows me to not have much down time, because thinking is no good right now. I need to knit more, I want to knit more. I want to learn new things and meet new people. Or even just meet people anew. Selfish Carla just wants to run as far as she possibly can. Selfish Carla is also the only Carla I know, so that pretty much sucks. For me. Me me and my cousin me.

Tomorrow is Sunday and our house is almost to the point we can call it our home.