For those of you who don't know it yet, I like to knit.

No shit.

For reasons quite unknown to myself I am sick of knitting. I like it, but I don't feel like knitting. I sit on the couch and stare at the tv, seeing commercials I've heard but never seen before.

As I said, I don't know why I am tired of it. Maybe it's the knitting equivalent of writer's block. Maybe it's the switching the clocks back. Maybe I'm just hungry.

Or maybe this is what it's like to OD on spinning? One starts avoiding yarn and what you do with it?

Have any of you ever had the exquisite initial pleasure of unearthing an old high school journal while cleaning out your parent's house? And you open it up and relive what you were thinking way back when you were 16, 17 or 18 years old?

It's truly cringe-worthy. At least mine were. But that didn't stop me from putting them in a fire-proof safe to keep until I am an old lady who is dying to remember what she was like at 16 years of age.

Oh well, it's not like I consider my 24-month-blog entries totally cringe worthy, just incredibly cheesy at times.

And boy, am I obsessed with the knitting or what?

Or was I?

I want to do something else.

Check ebay....maybe tomorrow....maybe next week.

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Note to Leigh in 2 years: are you cringing?