Temperance sucks

tem·per·ance /ˈtɛmpərəns, ˈtɛmprəns/ [tem-per-uhns, tem-pruhns]
–noun
1. moderation or self-restraint in action, statement, etc.; self-control.
2. habitual moderation in the indulgence of a natural appetite or passion, esp. in the use of alcoholic liquors.
3. total abstinence from alcoholic liquors.
[Origin: 1200–50; ME temperaunce; AF; L temperantia self-control. See temper, -ance]

Damn, I could use a drink right now. And, no, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s all my own stupid fault, and I shouldn’t be this stressed over something so… and I’m used to being rejected anyway.

On a more positive note, several actually, I must include this picture of my insanely large collection of fantastic handmade stitch markers:

Right now my affections are torn. They’re all too cool!

And, just so as you know, those skully ones are earrings I got from Claire’s and turned into stitch markers…

I’m also officially experiencing what veteran knit-bloggers call burn-out. I’m just not interested in anything anymore. Bleh. Someone knock me upside my head, please. I need to finish my Winter Handspun Swap crafts and the purple mittens and all sorts of other crap. I need to dye Xa’s yarn. If it’s not dyed by Monday, I’m sending her Christmas gifts w/o it, I can mail the yarn later.

I’m just… eh. I need a good kick.

here’s something funny…

In 2007,
fyberduck resolves to…

Go to wool every Sunday.
Lose ten alpacas by March.
Cut down to ten midnight shearings a day.
Go spinning three times a week.
Ask my boss for a yarn.
Volunteer to spend time with vpenguins.