Ever have a day where you just feel like you're going crazy? Where you're knocking everything over, running around with a million things on your mind, you spill your coffee all over the counter, you can't get the sugar shaker to shake sugar, every little thing someone says sets you off, you're tense, you're exhausted and can't stop yawning, your socks are driving you crazy (the store bought ones on your feet), your typing is filled with typos, the cat won't leave you alone, you have to go and get gas in your truck, your knitting seems to have holes in it that you hope will felt away, and the radio just keeps playing commercials. No? Well, I'm glad because it sucks. Arg. I don't know what my problem was today, but I just couldn't get it together. I'm hoping Thursday night tv does me good.

On the other hand, I did get an RAOK of some White Buffalo yarn that I've been dying to try from Stacy, and Anne is sending me sock yarn in exchange for some of my handmade soap and lotion, and I suppose it is cute that Patches is laying on my arm while I'm typing, even though it is annoying. How funny that when we went to get him, Jason said that his friend (Patches former owner) mentioned that Patches is NOT a lap kitty at all, and pretty much ignores everyone. Boy has he changed. He meows if I'm not sitting on the couch, and when I sit down, he hops right in my lap.

Actually, I'm already feeling a little bit better. I guess I just had to get it all out of my system. See, blogging is therapuetic.