I'm tired people. Not like just, "Gee, I'm kind of tired" but "Good Lord, I AM BONE TIRED!" Nearly too tired to complain about how tired I am. And it's all because I'm an idiot. I have let my "normal" bedtime slide from midnightish to 1ish to 2ish to 3ish. I've gotten steadily worse all summer long. Now I feel like I'm dying and still I stay up late.
I was watching TV last night (finished Rome--gonna miss that one--and started Dexter) and I was too freaking tired to knit. Wouldn't a normal person just go to bed? Not me!
And today when I got home from work I tried to make another Harry Potter block and screwed it up at least six different times before it dawned on me that I just couldn't do it because I am so tired. So I went to "rest" which resulted in sleeping for two hours like the dead. I now feel like I may very well still be asleep.
I fear this lack of sleep all summer has been bad for my knitting. I can't concentrate. I can't do much of anything. I realized this morning that I pretty much missed a full page of instructions on my Stashbuster Spirals. It's okay. The socks are still fine. Hopefully they'll be done in another day or two, if I can stay awake.
In the meantime my latest blocks.
Quill dipped in ink