TIMMY! or: I've Been Living a Lie

So I finally found out for realsies this time that I HAVE been doing yarn overs wrong for the last two years. Apparently I am super special at this figuring out how to knit thing. First the ssk, and now the YO.

This means I am never supposed to knit lace.

Also, I have two big honkin' mosquito bites on my leg. Like, as big as my thumb tip. I bet I've been scratching them in my sleep.

I haven't knit anything except a swatch since I came to school, and that means it's almost been a week! Not good. And yet, I think I'm getting that not-carpal-tunnel, which is the one where your pinky fingers go numb instead of your thumb/forefinger. Although that might have to do with the way I put my hands down on the desk. No, wait, now there's forearm pain.

In conclusion, I have no idea when I'll be able to knit again, which sucks because I have a buttload of yarn.

Whistles, I might still be able to handle. I don't give Clares enough credit; they're wonderful. Also cheap. That is part of their charm.

Why did I never have an injury-related label before? That's clearly all I blog about besides knitting (and underage female pop stars, but I keep that on my other blog--I don't want to come across as too creepy in TWO places if I can help it). Oh dear, there goes the spine.