Still Ill

Sick. Sick. I’m sick. I hate being sick. Medical scientists the world over have yet to identify (forget about a cure – there aren’t enough Hollywood spokespeople in the universe to cure what I have!) the copious amounts of ~STUFF~ leaking from my body. It’s really, really gross.

But even in my infinite misery, I manage to struggle on. The neckband (sorry, Kerstin, definitely not as revolutionary as the armband – but there’s still one to come!) is done on Georgie’s Vest. I took some pictures but they came out crappy and I don’t feel like taking them over. Maybe later, if I’m inspired. But I doubt it. I’m thinking if I can stop the gook running out of my nose FOR FIVE FREAKING MINUTES I will do the last armhole and seam up the sides. I was feeling a little funny about the neckline – it’s a little goofy at the bottom – but when Georgie tried it on, he declared I was a genius. I didn’t have the energy to argue.

Oh and speaking of my beloved, the decree has been issued:

“I’m telling everyone, if they don’t love it, I can’t be friends with them.”

What’s this “it”? School of Rock of course. Better than Vitamin Fucking C.