A little bit tired, a lot miserable.

I don't quite understand the concept of coping at the moment. Keeping busy is good. So is crafting. So is reading books I've read innumerable times before and so is eating. The line between coping, procrastination and denial are feeling very blurry indeed.

Am impatiently awaiting Di receiving my second package and receiving both my packages from her soon. Ooooh the excitement! Am also quite at a loss as to what to make for her final package. Mostly because I have several ideas and can't choose between them. And can't decide whether I want it to be a complete surprise or if I should ask her for something she specifically wants. Oh the dilemmas of the conscientious crafter.

I'm making a pair of booties for Amanda. They are going to be prettier than the first ones I made and have a pattern involving colour and texture and stuff. This is one of them laid flat.

Please note the absence of holes indicating that I dropped stitches and failed to pick them up. Also please note the evenness of the knitting of which I am most proud. And then there is the two coloured garter slip stitch that I also managed to do with no errors... shiny!

I did a stall at the Aro street markets this weekend. Booked myself in before I realised that I would thus be missing the Operation 8 protest. A shame this, given that it was the only protest in the past year that I would've felt any real desire to be at. I consoled myself by talking to people about it at the stall and annoying the hippies. So that was fun. Sold the cunt rags that I'd made and some of the soap. And managed to make back the money I spent on the stall and feed myself some lunch to boot. So not an entirely wasted afternoon. Got hit on by random people who seemed to think that showing a tepid interest in my work would be enough to make me swoon at their feet and drag them off to bed. Notably far from the case.

Am working on my Method section and Intro (still). Getting quite panicked and sick of myself. Difficult to believe in myself and think I'm an idiot at the same time. And I wonder why the work isn't getting done. Sigh! But this week is the week of Lady of No Choice. I have a chart with domains of functioning and tasks. I shall jump mathematically. And I shall not take sleeping pills. I took one last night and although it did mean I fell asleep promptly it also meant that I slept 12 hours straight. Perhaps my body needed that sleep? Perhaps. Well it has now got it and shall do my bidding once again.