Last Thursday I thought I was a little sick, and then I got a lot sicker, and then I spent most of the weekend asleep. Those parts when I wasn’t asleep (few and far between) I mostly spent playing video games and trying not to whine on Twitter. But I did manage to finish the second sock.
Ordinarily, a picture of the socks would go right here. I have them stretched out on my sock blockers and ready to go. But I don’t want to go outside. It’s cold out there, and I’m sick, and lazy.
Umm… how about a kitty picture? Here’s one from the archives.
She is so pleased with herself in this picture. The stovepipe on the right is blasting out heat, and I have the window cranked open so that she can sniff outside.
I will post a picture of the socks next time. I mean, heck, it’s just socks. You probably have a pretty good idea what they look like already.
(Did it feel weird for you not to have a Video Game Sunday post here yesterday? It felt weird to me not to write one. I have a continuous line of Sims Sunday posts stretching back to 2008. Change is hard.
I’m really enjoying writing the video game blog, though. My desire to talk about video games had clearly outgrown this blog completely.)
I woke up feeling quite sick yesterday. Took the day off work, slept a lot, feeling better today. The down side of all that sleep being, I found myself wide awake at 4AM. So here I am!
It’s too dark to take pictures of the knitting… hmm…
Oh wait, I know! Let me show you the world’s dumbest tattoo, which I gave myself.
(Note the tabby background. I held up my hand and she assumed I was planning to pet her. She was quite irked when I didn’t.) (I did after I took the picture.)
About a month ago, my hand slipped while I was refilling my Lamy Safari fountain pen. I stabbed myself with the sharp metal nib, which was loaded with Noodler’s Bad Blue Heron ink. (a.k.a. The blue ink which has made my life complete.)
It has been long enough that I think we can conclude that this tiny blue dot is permanent. The ink certainly isn’t going anywhere. It’s from their Bulletproof line, which is designed to resist forgery methods including UV light, industrial solvents, detergents, and more.
If it wasn’t right there on my hand, I might consider getting a real tattoo over it. (I’ve never gotten a tattoo. Thought about it before, but I can’t commit to a design.) Maybe I need a tiny laser tattoo removal treatment.
Mostly when I look at it, I think about that one episode of Friends where Phoebe chickened out. I too have a tattoo of the Earth as seen from space.