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My camera is gone. For realsies. I have absolutely no idea where it could have gone. I vaguely remember loaning it to someone, but K says she didn't borrow it and I know my mom has her own camera, so I can't imagine who I could have loaned it to (because I have no camera-less friends). I am also extremely suggestible, so I could very well have lost it on my own with no help from a second party and then imagined that someone else did it because I felt so guilty. I don't know why I'd feel guilty. It's a pretty old camera and it was relatively cheap because my mom bought it after it was discontinued (story of my life--one day when I run out of ideas I will tell the story of my defective pants).

So I will have an ugly, pictureless blog. And I am going to give away the socks and booties I made and I will have no pictures of them (side note: Red Heart's "Heart and Sole" sock yarn got me a pair of child's socks and a pair of booties with barely any yarn to spare out of one skein, which makes it worth the five dollars full price I paid for it. Whoo!).

In other news, I have 871234021384 skeins of recently purchased yarn because I am crazy. My parents are going to disown me, I think. Or they'll disown the yarn. Whatever, my yarn is nowhere as huge as their dining room table, and God knows we use that even less than I use my yarn. Large, ornate dining room furniture is nice, but when it is so ungainly that it makes eating in the dining room a chore, then something is not doing its job. I apparently am full of direction-less rage.

On a lighter note: I may be participating in NaNoWriMo this year! I did not write so much in this blog about it last year, because of the carpal tunnel. I had to quit after a couple days because of the unbearable pain. But I am getting my laptop back from K and I am writing 50,000 words of utter crap just to say I did it. I've written several novellas in my lifetime, by hand, with illustrations--all when I was under the age of 14. They were crappy. Ridiculously so. With plots I stole from various Boxcar Children books. I plan to do better this time, but I can't make any promises. I hear supernatural/paranormal stories are on the way out. What's on the way in? I hope it isn't stories about racial tension. I'm several of the least important minorities and being from the melting pot that is my Northwest Chicago Suburb, I know very little about discrimination. Not that I'm incredibly familiar with vampires and sorcery, but nobody gets offended when you take creative license with THOSE topics.

I can't say enough nice things about the Cobblestone Pullover. Even out of my crappy Wool-Ease, it looks fabulous. You'll just have to believe me until I find my camera. K and I were going to have a photo shoot so that I'd have pictures for Ravelry, but now I have no camera, so I don't know what's going to happen. Maybe she will draw pictures for me now that she's a big time video game artist (seriously. My job is so unglamorous in comparison that I might as well just start telling people I'm a...actually I can't even think of a job as humorlessly unglamorous as mine. Don't get me wrong, it's a good job and I like it, but it does not make for a very impressive one-liner at a high school reunion).