Treading water

Hi.

I’m probably going to be a bit quiet for the next week or so.  I’m not going to give you The Usual Rant – I’ve got three essays due, and two plays, and Durham is cold and wet and grey and I’m horrendously unfit and don’t like looking in mirrors, but I’m just going to assume you know all of that.  Linguistic housemate is a godsend when you take a sudden dive, but I’m going to assume you know about that too, and also that I wish there were another three hours in the day so I could actually sleep some.  I’m coping with knitting, when I can occasionally find time, and with being on Facebook when I can’t afford to be and bingeing on chocolate and Seth Lakeman albums… yeah.  Same old aching-stressed same old.

Knitting projects of choice at the moment are going to leave you speechless, though, when you see them.  Honestly – you’re so going to love them.  I do.  I’m thinking psychadelic colours, and yarnly gymnastics.  I’m having so much fun – when I actually get a moment.  Try this for size – Laughing Yaffle, my new favourite sock yarn:

The colours!  The pretty!  And the rest of the stuff is fairly awesome too.

What this post is to say is that, unlike usual, I’m not going to give up and mope for a few days this time.  I know I can’t afford to but you’re not going to hear a moany to-do-list-hating word from me for at least two weeks.  Possibly three.  I promise.  Ditto anything remotely resembling “Actors! *shakes fist*” – although I promise nothing about aftershow parties! *shakes fist*.

No, ladies and gentlemen, this is the new Fiona.  I have willpower.  Somewhere.  I probably put it down somewhere in my room but I’ll find it in a minute.

Blergh.  I think I’ll be needing the rest of this: