Dog Meat on a Cracker

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My plague has advanced into my chest and I am coughing. A lot. I have mild chronic asthma and every virus that infests my being likes to, sooner or later nestle right into my chest and wreak havoc on my poor lungs. Add to that, the side of my neck/throat up into my right ear and the side of my beak, across my face to my right ear are plugged, swollen and hurt and well, I am a very unhappy camper. I have an appointment with my doc on Wednesday. Blearch! I want more chicken soup. And my mommy.

I feel like dog meat on a cracker. Call the Waaambulance. 

I'm in the mood to knit. I'm not sure what, yet. I just know that I want some new, slick, fast needles, some beautiful wool and a fabulous cable pattern. I love to cable. It is so easy, yet so satisfying. The pattern is so intricate and looks as if it would turn you inside out to do but really, it's easy-peasy. Knitting in the round? Not so fucking much. One day I need to watch some videos and dedicate myself to learning how, once and for all. I have sock yarn and needles eating their heads off for lack of exercise. 

I need to stop trolling YouTube and go to bed.