I haven’t had kRaMpZ like this in quite a while. It’s almost like my body is gearing up for the 20th anniversary of my first time. Ah, that wistful Spring evening, just before my birthday. The shock and awe on the faces and in the voices of everyone who couldn’t fathom a six year old having a menstruation cycle.
It’s been twenty years and a lot of crap, but I survived. I should throw a party.
Now, that darn green scarf. I’m going to restart it again. This time, it’s going on my circular needles and it’s going to be 22CO stitches with a k1p1 stitch with occasional ribbing. This guy is a good enough comedian to warrant it.
Other than that, it’s been pretty stressful. Without going into details, a familial situation is escalating and certain parties are mining for information they have no right to mine for regarding a confidence. Everyone who reads my blogs and journals knows where my allegiances lie, so I don’t think it need be said who came sniffing.
