I mangled my laptop at home last week. I haven't bothered to fix it and I'm kinda thinking that it's better if I don't.

The psychological impact of not having access to the internet, school work, blog, digital photographs, etsy, Facebook, gmail, webmail, library catalogues, is proving to be unimaginably positive.

So maybe I'm going to be lazy about blogging for a while, maybe not. Either way, when I walk by my computer it's now a paper weight under a heap of sewing stuff on my desk. And, as Martha would say, "it's a good thing."

I etsy-ed.

money can't buy taste

I thought I was being all adulty and good-tenant like in going on a hole-in-the-plaster repair spree. Erin, Erin, Erin! Check to see that you have left over paint BEFORE you go nutso with the spackling paste.

Hopes of finding an exact match: $0, two trips to Lowes & a few paint chips

I've been beading my little heart out these days getting ready for two shows. And working my little brain out even harder. I'll spare you the full litany of complaints, but let's just say I'm so stressed out and anxious and exhausted that I even *gasp* told two of my friends that I'm sick of beads. Yeah, it's that bad.

An understanding Fattie: $11 a month in chow and litter

uhhhhhhhhhh. So, do you suppose I should start trying to sell some of this stuff? I love each of them like a bead-child, but I've only got one neck.

Bead Addiction: $?, less than crack, more than Tim Horton's

I know, I know. My life is one giant superlative. Everything is the worst, or best, or greatest, or most exciting, coolest, most annoying, and so on. I'm dramatic - a lot of my sentences make reference to the 'entire universe' in some way. I've even taken to signing e-mails with an exclamation point after my name because I am an exclamation point.

But, in all absolute and total sincerity, the first six months of this year are the busiest, most crammed and stressful of my whole entire life. My day planner looks like I let a bunch of six-year-olds interpreting Jackson Pollock loose on it.

Yesterday I decided that I will cope by planning a vacation I cannot afford to an isolated, dark, cold, sparsely populated, barren island a notch south of the Arctic Circle.

Literary Valium: $26 at Everywhere Maps

Since I'm a Canadian, I suppose I should throw out at least one Olympic themed post, eh?

So:

Here's the story of this ribbon as the way a hockey player would tell it:

uh, yeah. I knew I had to just go out there and give it everything I got. You, know? I was feeling good around the beads stores, uhh, it's my turf, you know? And, uh, I just had worked so unbelievably hard for, uhh, a real long, uh, time for this, you know? And, the girls just wanted me to go out there and get some ribbon. You know, there's a lot out there to chose from, uhh, a real depth of field, uhh, some strong ones coming in from the suburbs and some up-and-comers from Parkdale, and uhh. . . and the opportunity just opened up and there it was right, uhh, in front of me. I saw a few good spools, uhh, a lot of which I had already seen in practice, you know? And, I just, uh, did a real good look, uh, today. . . and, uh, but you can never tell until you get in the store and see how your, uhhh, creativity's feeling. I took it easy on the first run through, and on the second run I just saw, uhh, this one and just, uh, went in and bought it. Uhhhhh, and when it came down to it and the clerk was on my side. . . and they were runnin' out of time, so, uh, they just gave it all away. You know?

Trim: $2.50/yd at killer Mac-Fab sale

Fluency in English, French, and Hockey: $0, pure Canadiana