Divine intervnetion.

I finished up another hat last night, and a pair of socks over the weekend, and I feel I'm at a perilous position as far as being a crafter goes.

I have no projects, and nothing to do.

Well, yeah, I do.  But they're stupid and mean and don't want to be worked.  Their loss.

I finished my hat faster than I thought I would, and it hit me this morning that I have nothing to throw in my bag, and nothing to do tomorrow when I watch the Macy's Day Parade.

Let me reiterate.  During TV watching time, which is prime knitting time.  I have nothing to knit.  I don't know how I'm going to get through this.

This is either hell, or divine intervention.

Hell, because I love nothing more than knocking the dust out of my brain with some simple knitting or crocheting or spinning (Shut up Chris) and watching TV.  And tomorrow is TV heaven with the parade, football and cheezy holiday specials.

Divine intervention because I have a stack of homework that's as tall as me, and  and an apartment that looks like Sarajevo, and a dinner to make for tomorrow.  Since I can't knit, I really don't have an excuse to not clean and do homework and blah blah blah.

Even pulling the sick card wouldn't work, because I have nothing to keep me occupied.  Crap.  My speed and efficiency has backed me into a wool-less corner, and I don't see a way out.

Someone, send yarn.  (Or vodka)

Happy Thanksgiving!