it's rude to keep fans hoping a game is going to be on when clearly it's raining like crazy. was it really necessary to wait until 10:15pm??

I'm sick. Again. And I'm sick of being sick. I've even been taking extra special care of myself lately as I've been feeling like a kindergartener this fall. I awoke this morning with a screamingly painful sore throat (no fever, Mom, so I don't think it's strep). I really shouldn't be all that surprised, I guess. It was confessed to me this morning that someone else hasn't been feeling well since Monday. Blast.

Last night I watched Me and You and Everyone We Know. There is something oddly satisfying about watching a substandard indie film. Within the first 5 minutes I was rolling my eyes and trying to convince myself that watching it wouldn't be a complete waste of 90 minutes of my life. I was right. I still didn't like it. The second half was better (there was a wee intermission), but I still think it was maybe overloved by the critics. The filmmaker is a performance artist/fiction writer who's shown work at the Guggenheim, the Whitney and The Museum of Modern Art. Taint too shabby. It was her first feature film and she made the decision to write, direct, and star in it. Yeesh. I thought the script was weak, the directing all over the place, and the performances okay. It nailed this...mood though. I don't even know if mood is the right word to use. Style I think I called it last night. The editing was pretty good and the music was close (though with weak characters it started to feel a little much). ANYWAY, if you are like me and have a good time talking about every little detail for hours after it's worth a watch.

The sweater of last year has been resurrected! I have a lovely coworker who deciphered some sketchy directions regarding the neck shaping for me. I wasn't crazy. The pattern really wasn't all that clear. I'm almost finished with the front (the back was done last year--pathetic right? That thing has been stuffed in a bag for months.) and I have both the sleeves to do which shouldn't take all that long. Then it's gotta be blocked and stitched together. I refuse to let another winter go by without having my very first sweater I knitted all by myself wearable.

I also started the very scary task of sorting my needles. Lord. I think I have about a dozen pairs of size 8 needles. It's genetic. My mom does the same thing when she buys new yarn--I can never remember which needles I have at home and I'm also foolishly thinking when I buy yarn that I'm going to need to cast on immediately before I get home and have access to my stash. Because the mess of needles were all shoved into the same bag as the aforementioned sweater, I've been forced to relocate them. They're currently a tangled mess on my futon. I just saw a great idea though. Using a soft tackle binder bag! I'm in. It's perfect for the numerous circular needles I own. I'm in.

I'm off to fetch some more tea.