I’m such a klutz.

I counted this morning and I have five mysterious bruises, all of which are on extremities, and all of which involved me running into furniture at some point. The most irritating one is on the back of my hand, which I got dancing like a moron in my dining room on Sunday with the Chicken Goddess (beer + internet radio = bruises, apparently), when I did the usual arm flailing thing that happens when I dance (I am a goth. This is how I roll.) and hit the edge of the table. The beer is the reason I didn’t notice the injury until this morning. The others are on my legs and feet, and came from attempting to make my way to the kitchen and bathroom in the dark (I must also divulge that I am a slob, too, and have brought this upon myself, completely).

And I keep poking the one on my hand, like you do when you’re a little kid.

I didn’t get any knitting done yesterday, either. I took it with me in my bag o’ stuff, expecting to have all day to sit and work on it, but after the informative video on what it means to do your civic duty and sit in a room with 200 other potential jurors, I got a headache and spent the rest of the time watching Let the Right One In on my iPod (so here’s a funny thing – demons? creepy. ghosts? creepy. vampires doing the same thing as the previous two beasties? not creepy. I don’t know why.), until they called my name and let me and about 50 other people go home.

My first socks may actually be my last socks, also. I’ll be on my deathbed, unable to pass on until I’ve woven in that final end (like, when I’m 90 – it’ll take me that long).

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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2 Responses to I’m such a klutz.

  1. HappyGoth says:

    Mice elf?

    Well, anyway – I only implied crazy dancing. You were dancing pretty decently! I’m the one with the bruise.

    Do not bring the salmonella plague upon me (or a plague of hens; that could be bad)!

  2. Dude, you totally outed me. If I wanted the world to know I dance like an idiot, I’d’ve told them mice elf.

    Do not, I repeat, do not bring down my wrath.

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