i don't want to talk about it

The Tigers.
Jesus Lord Almighty.
Give me strength.

So it's Friday. And therefore the beginning of the weekend. What a dilemma. Does one spend yet another evening at home watching the Tigers game or does one go out to share in the exhilaration or agonizing defeat of the outcome? It's a tough call. And tonight is my one true honest to god weekend night as Sunday I have the extreme pleasure of working. No pressure.

I had another post-apocalyptic dream thanks to the McCarthy book. Basements filled with hoards of people waiting to be eaten by cannibals and running through deep snow to escape the bad guys. Despite having been brought up on horror movies at a very young age thanks to my Dad, I have a really hard time reading scary books. My imagination just can't take it. It's a beautifully written novel, but man, it's terrifying. I stayed up until 12:30am to watch the end of the game, fell asleep and then woke up at 2:30am freaking out. I actually wished that it was time to get up because the thought of going back to sleep was too much. There was some tossing and turning. I've said it before but this time I mean it: no more McCarthy before bed. This ain't no All The Pretty Horses. This is despair and fear and starvation and loneliness and fear and ash and cold and fear and death and blood and fear.

Gray legwarmer #1 finished and I've started #2. I know I said that I was going to start Christmas presents, but I really want those gray ones finished as the fuscia is perfectly acceptable to wear about my house, but a little much with the red winter jacket I'm currently sporting (I'm on the lookout for a new winter coat--something in the fake fur vein I'm thinking--hello second hand store shopping!!!) This weekend I have made it a goal to go out and purchase the yarn I need for some of these projects. Hopefully I'll have no trouble procuring a vehicle as I'm not heading to the LYS, but rather-gulp-Michaels and Hobby Lobby. I'm thinking about afghans here, people! Honestly! I'm poor! And The Big Red Scarf that I adore was made with yarn purchased at Michaels.

Tomorrow night, of course, everyone I know is throwing a Halloween party. Well there are 2 anyway that I have been invited to. I have little choice but to attend at least one of them. It's not going to be too hard. She's made homemade peach sangria that she claims will cure all of my ills.

I got me some ills.
Bring on the sangria.