Welcome To Your Wednesday Condensed Version!

We return this week to our "bullet points" posting courtesy of the stupid class I am taking because I am a stupid Sheep who needs stupid credits to renew her stupid teaching license and now have to stay out late on stupid Wednesdays instead of knitting.

*Meteorologists were flummoxed by the large, brown cloud hovering over southern Maine for much of Tuesday. Despite a high level of concern on the part of Homeland Security, all was well. It was just your friendly neighborhood Sheep frantically flinging the fecal matter in an attempt to craft a complete lack of understanding of the assignment into a ten page paper. Sorry about that. I honestly had no idea what the heck I was doing...

*This was my own fault. I missed class last week and didn't bother to email the professor for clarification. I thought about doing that. I thought about it several times. I may have even said aloud once or twice, "Gee, I probably should email the professor for some clarification on that ten page paper that is due on Wednesday so I won't have to completely wing it the night before." But I didn't. I just made it up, hoping that she was serious about this being a first draft and maybe even had an appreciation for the more creative souls in her classes.

*A brief consultation with The AntiKnitter from my class today confirmed this. The paper was, in fact, to be simply a discussion of our first thoughts on the topic. Creativity and first draftiness were acceptable. So much so that he didn't really finish it... I'm all set.

*The labs came back on The Mole Of Disturbing Dimensions and it was benign. I didn't really discuss the whole cancer part of the equation during the process because that wasn't in my mind when I first began discussing having it removed with Dr. Judy. It was only later that this came into the conversations. I do, however, have sun damage. How this is possible given my general distaste for all things "outside" I will never know, but I apparently need to wear SPF 30 sunscreen when in the presence of anything that gives off light. Lamps, nightlights, candles...whatever.

*My scar is itchy. I do not care for this.

*I would like to see if it is possible to nominate the inventor(s) of the Hot Pocket brand sandwich for some sort of award or citation. They are currently keeping me alive. My schedule has been a bit hectic of late. Hot Pockets can go in the microwave and bring you the joy of hot, melty cheese in under three minutes. I would consider marrying the inventor of the Hot Pocket. Or an actual Hot Pocket. But I am sort of tired right now so that kind of statement is not anything that could be considered "legally binding" in any state.

*It is very cold. The Hot Pockets help considerably, but the handknit socks are really the thing that makes this weather bearable. How did I live for forty years on this planet without understanding this? Why was that memo not forwarded on? I'm even sleeping in handknit socks these days.

And there you have it. Those are the highlights. I must now go attend to that poor sleeve that was so callously cast aside in the interest of higher education and the shoveling of manure onto paper. It was quite patient with me for the one evening, but I fear that it is demanding its due tonight.

Perhaps I can massage its little ego by finishing the sleeve cap this evening...

SA