My hair is a total mess. A curly knot on the top of my head pointing at all directions.
I can't find my library card. It still should be somewhere here.
At the doctor's they don't answer the phone so I can't make an appointment.
And our apartment is full off moist laundry, so there's nowhere to sit.
All I want to do is to crawl back to bed and stay there for the rest of the day.
Instead I have to write one more report and get out and be social in an hour. And buy a zipper. Can't forget to buy a zipper.
And the second mitten is almost ready, I'm looking forward to start the next project.
I have some recorded episodes of Desperate Housewives to watch in the evening, it's a good reason just to sit on the laundry pile and knit.
I'm exited about my new blog friend.
And I've been adopted, a friend of mine all of a sudden started to call me his little sister. It seems to me that at the age of 23 I finally got the big brother I've always wanted. And I could choose him myself, so it's even better than having a biological one.