aw hell
I think I knew better than to commit to doing anything for the Ravelympics Ravellenic Games. I'm a slow-ass knitter; putting a time limit on it is just ridiculous.
I knew better, and I did it anyway, and now I'm disappointed as fuck and resenting myself and crying over nothing because I am an idiot, and I seem to be allergic to my own tears or somethig, and I can't stop my eyes leaking.
( in which logic plays no part )
(and this on top of the clarion thing, where I set a stupid high goal and then burned out and stopped writing entirely? yeah. not so much with the "I can do, er, anything" sort of self esteem right now.)
I knew better, and I did it anyway, and now I'm disappointed as fuck and resenting myself and crying over nothing because I am an idiot, and I seem to be allergic to my own tears or somethig, and I can't stop my eyes leaking.
( in which logic plays no part )
(and this on top of the clarion thing, where I set a stupid high goal and then burned out and stopped writing entirely? yeah. not so much with the "I can do, er, anything" sort of self esteem right now.)