Blarg.

Well my harris tweed socks are coming along. I have one about half way down. The birthday boy hits his birthday in 8 days and they're in no way going to be ready by then and I'm not even going to try and convince myself they will be. I know how I knit and how often I knit. Not happening. Friendships are confusing at times but when you throw in inappropriate behavior or "wanting more" in the mix it can get downright ugly. I just wish it didn't have to be that way. I'm working on a sunset cap.



That's what I'm calling it due to the yarn anyway. I don't normally like orange but I must admit I do love this color. I miss my bestie. We got to talk a little tonight and it really lifted my heart. I'm dealing with a bit of a tamale situation and it'll die down eventually but I just can't get it out of my head for now. Two hours on the treadmill today. Intervals of 2.5 miles per hour and 6 miles per hour miles. On the 2.5 intervals I had knitting in hand. If it were available to me I think I would honestly walk on the thing all day knitting in hand. I'd get so much of my knitting done and be exercising at the same time. I know a ten minute mile isn't impressive but when you're staring at your knitting counting down the seconds until you can get back to your 2.5 interval it does seem like a very fast speed. Tomorrow is lunch with a gal pal then helping the BF sew up a Halloween costume, mowing the lawn, doing the laundry, hitting the gym, studying, and knitting of course. Rounded out by an evening of visiting the in-laws (most likely where said knitting will occur). Let's just hope they don't get political. I really really miss my best friend. Things have gotten so complicated and weird and awkward that it's just confusing and hurtful at this point. He was so very dear to me and a fantastic listener. I just wish we could spend an afternoon listening to old records and being ourselves again. Exactly when did I forget who I was? Was it while I was trying to figure out who I should be?

p.s. one of these things is not like the other one of these things just doesn't belong.