The stars must be misaligned
Aug. 30th, 2004 11:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pixiecrinkleSo far today, I've been a basketcase. I wiped out the answers to a poll on a yahoo group, forgot to set the permissions so anyone could vote in another group, and had to redo something twice because in the process of fixing it, I broke it, so I had to fix it again.
And I grabbed the wrong deodorant this morning, so I smell funny. I hate that.
In better news, I got an entire scarf done yesterday (my sisters' Christmas present) and I found a table for my sewing machine. That's the great thing about living on an alley where all the trash cans are--people leave stuff. I opened up my kitchen door to see what the weather was like, and 10 feet away, there sat a pristine typewriter table with drop leaves. It's now mine and will be the happy home for the Bernina as soon as I finagle getting it up the stairs in my apartment. Yay.
The guy next to me is still infected with these maniacal giggles. Weird.
And I grabbed the wrong deodorant this morning, so I smell funny. I hate that.
In better news, I got an entire scarf done yesterday (my sisters' Christmas present) and I found a table for my sewing machine. That's the great thing about living on an alley where all the trash cans are--people leave stuff. I opened up my kitchen door to see what the weather was like, and 10 feet away, there sat a pristine typewriter table with drop leaves. It's now mine and will be the happy home for the Bernina as soon as I finagle getting it up the stairs in my apartment. Yay.
The guy next to me is still infected with these maniacal giggles. Weird.
