fever

”that’s… nice….”
The reason to why I’m at all writing this entry, is that I discovered that even how bad you arse something up in knitting, frogging it will not try to kill you, except if it’s mohair, and then you can fake it, and just move along, pretending like it never happened

Wednesday I felt a little off.
Thursday morning I was dizzy.
Thursday at five I was stumbling.
At seven I had to leave work, as it probably looked like I was drunk and high.
Friday morning, I woke up, and couldn’t move.

But I’m easily bored, and couldn’t just lie there.
I tried TV, but daytime TV is a slow form of mental torture.
Unable to read properly…
And idea came to me.

”why don’t I try out the free cross-stitch kit I got the other day?

Bad idea, bad bad idea.
After ripping out half the stitches three times, discovering that I had used the wrong colours all the time. I said: Fuck it. And threw it against a wall..

Not something to try out for the first time in 12 years when you have a fever?