for the last hundred days

Today is stupid. Ten minutes into being awake I had a whole bucket of drama dumped on my head, and as soon as I thought it was finished, I almost drowned. So I went back to sleep for four more hours, and now I feel somewhat better.
I went through all my posts and added tags, because my laziness prevented earlier tagging. I cleaned out the camper and set my altar up a little nicer. I've put all my yarns away, in bags or drawers.
I've followed YouTube on a journey today, from one link to the next, and have listened to a barrage of Tori Amos, some Type O-Negative, Vader, Samael, and Regina Spektor, and Monster Magnet.
Odin is grumpy from teething and he won't eat. He's here on my lap, pulling at my bracelet.

I wish Doug would figure out what he wants to do. It really seems that this is just another "I'm going to go away forever" speech and that he won't really join the army. Just like he didn't do it any of the other dozen or so times. I feel like he's trying to threaten me into dating him again, and that is both wrong and completely lame.

Pffft. In other news, I've almost finished one Chevron Mitt [see link at right], only I knit with size 3 needles because I have no such size 4 dpns, and though the mitts fit perfectly on my wrists [which are tiny], they do not fit so well around my hand [which is large, an unfair combination if you ask me]. Therefore, they shall be for Audrey for Yule. I must work on the other mitt today as I have only gotten past the purled border at the bottom. I've also finally found a sock pattern for Doug, and although one might assume that learning to turn a heel might be complex enough for me, I decided to really go all-out... Lookit this sock! We've already picked the yarn, KnitPick's Gloss in a loverly blue-green, though we have yet to order it. He wants these knee-length tooooo. *faints* For Yule I shall knit Doug some beer cozies from the book Knitting Pretty. They look to take about half an hour apeice, so I'll do some duplicate stitching across them and make them extra exciting.
I swear, I really for serious swear that the only people I'm knitting for after Yule are Odin and me. And Graham's socks and sweater. I have some small-guage wire lying about, and I'd like to work it up into something complicated and dangly, with some pretty glass beads earring-style.
But first, I must finish the top colorwork of Graham's Pi Hat, finish the belt/felting of Heather's Hipster Bag, finish Missy's Mirabella socks, finish Audrey's [and my] Chevron Mitts, and make Doug some cozies and Mike his thing. I dunno if Mike reads this blog; he might. He's a loose cannon interweb-wise. I also want to knit a scarf for Nic and some kitchen accessories for AndySteve, the Other Mike's alarm clock cozy, and a shawl-blankety thing for mi Madre... And a few more thingies. But most of the list is quick knits or nearly-finished items, so that shouldn't be too bad. Anyway, I'm off to go check some other internetty things out and to go and clean up the kitchen and then knit. KNIT.