I feel like I became a real college student today. I ate Taco Bell for lunch (in itself a rare occasion in my life) then went home and took a 2 hour nap with D. It was lovely. He was amused by the fact that I drooled on my pillow but I didn't care. I needed that nap.
But oh, the indigestion! I woke up with fire in my throat and all but ran to get one of my antacid pills. Taco Bell is evil. I wanted soup. I was looking forward to soup. But they didn't have any good soup. Just bean with bacon and broccoli cheddar. I just wanted some nice chicken noodle soup! So instead I got tacos. Ugh. I honestly think I'm going to die. That's the last Taco Hell I'll be eating for a loooong time.
It's pouring out. And thundering.
I took my copy of Victorian Lace Today to my Victorian Lit class, as we had a presentation on Tuesday about fashions of the time and I thought it was fitting. But my teacher displayed dismay and disappointment that I hadn't knit up everything in the book to show the class. Then, pausing on a page with a beautiful shawl, she asked, a little too casually, how long it would take to knit it.
I have learned my lesson about knitting for others. I looked at the shawl, smiled and responded "Oh, between 4 and 5 hundred hours." No way I'm getting suckered into knitting anything else for anyone else. Especially not this teacher.