The last post reminds me of the day I got my ears pierced. The first one looked great once it was done, but boy did it hurt. It hurt enough to make me seriously consider not getting the second one done and walk around as one-ear-pierced- five-year-old. Like socks, though, it just worked out better as a pair.

For the past three days, my internet has been functioning on a self-pleasing basis. Self-pleasing because it is the only one deriving pleasure from the times it chooses to work poperly. Yes, I am trying to fix it, but expect minimal posts until further notice.

This week's knitting frustration: tension, on two levels. Number one, I am tense (you would be too if you had a boss who demanded work before 6am). Number two, my knitting is taught. The former is the root cause of my knitting problems. Since knitting is mainly a reflection of how I move my hands, if my hands are as tense as those of a ninth grader about to give a five minute speech in front of 25 people on why the U.S. should halt drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ah, freshman year English class), my knitting comes out -- there is no other word for it -- crappy. If knitting could look constipated, that's how mine would look. It's very evident when I'm going through periods of relaxation because the yarn flows nicely and is loose and you can actually SEE the stitches. It was interesting to look at my scarf and note the changes in tension that are already visible. Knitting could be the equivalent of an emotional map for me. Now, being the perfectionist that I am, I want to undo the tense parts of my knitting, but I'm not particularly good at that, so it will have to stay. Size 15 needles, though! If I can't knit loosely with size 15 needles, I need a new job.....