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May. 11th, 2014 10:00 pmThe good news: I actually wrote fic zomg. (Having defaulted on remix, I then went and took one of the pinch hits, so ... It sort of works out I guess?). Obviously I can't link to it yet, but I am still happy. I mean I am firmly convinced it sucks, as always, but. I wrote! Yay me!
The frustrating news: my current crochet project is a) wrong -- three stitches off, out of fifty, and I could have fudged it but the errors, a few places where I skipped stitches (easy to do if you're not careful), were just two rows back, except that it is also b) completely and utterly unfroggable. Crochet theoretically unzips quite easily, but this one snagged up after a few stitches. Got my roommate to help unknot it, and it snagged two stitches later. Accidentally pulled hard enough to break the yarn, so said "fuck it" and pulled out scissors, because one stitch later was a chain space anyway. Cut through the chain, started to unzip again, it snagged. Cut further along, got the rest of the chain undone by unpicking (which should only be necessary if you're going from the wrong direction), got back into non-chain areas, and it snagged. Meanwhile the stitches below where I was pulling are distorted so I can't even just, say, cut off the bad section and start over. /And/ the yarn is a gradient, which means even once I do get going again, there will be a sudden jump in color.
I am tempted to burn the damn thing.
(I could just start over, but in addition to being a little depressing, given how long the first 16 rows took me, I may not end up with enough yarn to complete the project.)
The bad news: one of my main caretakers (the very accident prone and somewhat ditzy one) who was supposed to be doing the going to bed shift tonight, showed up at my door bleeding and crying rather hysterically, having gone over the handlebars of her bike on the way here. (She doesn't wear a helmet, so banged up her head rather impressively -- and bloodily.). While my roommate was driving her to the ER, I get a text from my other main caretaker, who had gone into the ER last night with stomach issues, saying that he's getting his appendix out. These two, between them, cover all my weekday evenings and also all day weekends. I ... am sort of screwed. I mean, I will get through it, between my roommate and my parents and possibly finding other people to hire, but right now I am kind of torn between hysterical laughter and crying.
The frustrating news: my current crochet project is a) wrong -- three stitches off, out of fifty, and I could have fudged it but the errors, a few places where I skipped stitches (easy to do if you're not careful), were just two rows back, except that it is also b) completely and utterly unfroggable. Crochet theoretically unzips quite easily, but this one snagged up after a few stitches. Got my roommate to help unknot it, and it snagged two stitches later. Accidentally pulled hard enough to break the yarn, so said "fuck it" and pulled out scissors, because one stitch later was a chain space anyway. Cut through the chain, started to unzip again, it snagged. Cut further along, got the rest of the chain undone by unpicking (which should only be necessary if you're going from the wrong direction), got back into non-chain areas, and it snagged. Meanwhile the stitches below where I was pulling are distorted so I can't even just, say, cut off the bad section and start over. /And/ the yarn is a gradient, which means even once I do get going again, there will be a sudden jump in color.
I am tempted to burn the damn thing.
(I could just start over, but in addition to being a little depressing, given how long the first 16 rows took me, I may not end up with enough yarn to complete the project.)
The bad news: one of my main caretakers (the very accident prone and somewhat ditzy one) who was supposed to be doing the going to bed shift tonight, showed up at my door bleeding and crying rather hysterically, having gone over the handlebars of her bike on the way here. (She doesn't wear a helmet, so banged up her head rather impressively -- and bloodily.). While my roommate was driving her to the ER, I get a text from my other main caretaker, who had gone into the ER last night with stomach issues, saying that he's getting his appendix out. These two, between them, cover all my weekday evenings and also all day weekends. I ... am sort of screwed. I mean, I will get through it, between my roommate and my parents and possibly finding other people to hire, but right now I am kind of torn between hysterical laughter and crying.