Which answers everything and nothing all at once.

So there was this post I regret but won’t take down, about how I wasn’t ever going to be able to understand India, and then later the feeling ballooned into the usual “I’m the crappiest designer in the whole world” and now I’m in a sort of general funk. There have been brief, shining moments when I have been a little less down in the dumps, like when I requested books from Interlibrary Loan and also board games with friends, but the Funk persists (I feel it important to make a distinction between this Funk, which is psychological and other types of Funk, being the music and that certain smell that only homeless people can produce).

Maybe it’s the news. I keep reading depressing news. Like the stuff going on in Malaysia and in Sri Lanka, the horrible articles about how our economy keeps collapsing and the fancy education I have is never going to be more than a means to make ends meet (perhaps I should not have chosen art; perhaps I should have been an insurance agent or a housewife in a horrible dead relationship that buys me an Audi).

I imagine, though, it’s just me, and that eventually I’ll discover a way to deal with things so that they don’t drag me down quite so horribly. Honestly, the house-cleaning I’ve been doing has helped a lot (I get really overwhelmed when things are messy, although I rarely do much to fix this). I have a feeling that when I’m finished with it, I’ll feel a bit lighter.

And I have successfully completed 2/3 of a toe-up flap heel on my Interlocking Leaves sock, without much help (except for ESC and knitty).

So. On a more positive note, here is yet another awesome knitting-related comic by Jennie (this pretty much sums up my entire knitting career):