I don’t feel very well. One row from completing the body of my Tangled Yoke cardigan, I managed to stand on one of my needles and break it in half. Words defy me although ‘another blow to my sanity’ comes close.
12 down, 6 days and 147 exams to go. I have started dreaming of islands where music was never invented. I wake each morning in the hope that I have contracted a highly infectious, non-life threatening disease like… mumps. Yeah. Mumps. Where all my glands swell up in my neck and I can’t hear a thing. Glorious, replenishing silence.
I’m going to bed.