If my tonsils were any larger

they could probably reach out of my mouth and type this entry on their own.

I'm feeling incredibly sorry for myself. Sleeping fourteen hours a day since Sunday. My throat hurt so much it made me cry. And it did this awkward spasming thing at the doctor's reception so that instead of saying 'I have an appointment' I made this gagging, gasping noise instead. And just as my throat got better, I started throwing up instead.
I think this might be an actual case of the flu, not the trumped up colds that most people call flu. It seems to have been going round uni.

And last night Badly Coloured Boy sat on the couch to comfort me, except he sat on my sock instead and snapped one of my dpns. Which are a bi-atch to find in this city.

Oh, did I mention that I'm in the midst of job interviews right now too? Yeah, wicked.

noro ponderables.

Yes, I'm back. I'm obviously alive and recovering (if you discount the traffic jam in my sinuses) (and no thanks to the lurkers who didn't wish me well *sniff* we can tell who won't be inheriting what stash I have, should the next sickness carry me off), but there were a few leery moment there. I called in sick to work. The first time in eight years I've done that. The twenty hour period where my physical illness was compounded by the discovery that I had completely failed to complete (or even start) an tutorial paper due last Thursday was a particularly squicky moment. Adding anxiety-based stomach cramps to fever and sniffles isn't fun kids. Don't try it at home.
However, that's all sorted out now, I'm on the mend, the sun is shining again.

I'm trying to work out what to what to do with my new yarn. I'm a little unsure whether the Noro colourway is too pretty for me, or a little too intense as a piece of clothing.


What do we all think? I would wear any of the colours individually, I just worry that all together it's a little... well, that felt-art-and-macrame-lovin' bogie is rearing her head again, y'know?
So I'm not going to leap straight into Tithe just yet. I was browsing Flickr to see what other people made with their Noro (in short: entrelac scarfs and Lizard Ridge throw rugs), and I found this:


The original page is just here, but I wanted to post the actual image, so those of you who are too lazy to follow a link still got to see. The model/ designer, TamaraKnits has some lovely knits. It's a pity she doesn't blog.

Isn't the intarsia an unusual use of the slow colour changes in noro? I'm quite intrigued by it. I think it looks great, and is very, very clever. I've also decided that I like Noro striped (alternating with itself or a plain yarn), but not cabled or lace-knit. So that narrows down any potential wearables a little (with Tithe still being a distinct possibility, if I head down the wearables road).

sniffle

I'm sick. I'm horribly sick. This is no ordinary headcold, I seem to have caught some kind of mutant crossbreed of SARS and birdflu. My gums and the roof of my mouth are all tender and I am so thirsty. I feel like I've eaten a bag of salt. My thought processes are slow and plodding. Normally being inside my head is quite exciting. Not quite as exciting as being inside, say, Bjork's head, but there's a few things going on at once normally. Now my synapses are not so much firing as smouldering gently when they collapse on top of each other in a wearied heap.

i have curled up in bed with this:


my legs are actually under all that. the cloud skein wonder and my knit happens order, which arrived today (awesome. it arrives on the one day that I'm too sick to care). the noro silk garden is very pretty. perhaps a bit too pretty for my tastes usually. I'm rethinking making tithe, and thinking (very slowly, oh, so slowly it hurts... *sneeze, sniffle*) about making, like, a cushion cover and striped jumper. Maybe. I'll make a final decision when my zombie self is replaced with my real self again. the cashmerino aran is going to become this. Or if gauge doesn't work out, maybe arwen's cardy, from interweave knits.

I was going to go on for a little longer, but even my lying-in-bed-typing strength is fading. so farewell. If I never post again you'll know I succumbed to the fever. Make sure I get a nice obituary in the paper. And mention how I died. It drives me crazy trying to guess that when I read other people's obituaries.