It has been one of those weeks where you leave your MP3 player on song repeat and it takes 20 minutes of hearing the same song in continuous loop before you realize something is terribly, horribly wrong. So, you advance the MP3 player one song and then listen to it in a continuous loop for another 20 minutes before realizing it and then deciding that perhaps the user is defective, not the MP3 player.
All of this after it took 30 minutes in the campus parking lot to get your crap sorted out and a 5 minute screaming session while locked in the car because you forgot the circular needles you were going to use to knit Christmas socks.
Which, ordinarily, would not have bothered you were it not for the fact that it took 45 minutes in the coffee shop parking lot to get your crap together to study. Then after an abbreviated study session, you go to the car and try to get things organized for class only to leave your textbooks on the hood of your car ready to go sailing into the great beyond when you back out of the parking space except for the kind lady who rapped on your window to tell you that you, in fact, had $300 worth of text books on the hood of your car ready to become recycling.
After all the drama, you begin to toy with the idea of ditching class the next morning to get a head start on some assignments. Because of the guilt this thought produces you drag your feet to leave for class and then determine that if you cannot find a parking space you will ditch class. This joy is killed completely and feelings that the supreme deity must really hate you dominate your mind when you see a wealth of parking spaces just waiting for you in the most crowded parking lot on campus which can only mean one thing - God hates me. At least I got an “A” on my test, so perhaps he doesn't hate me as much as I believed.
Fab Opal Sock One (FOSO), on the other hand, had a wonderful week.
FOSO got to go to knit night at the Pub. (The photographer's hands seem to have been a bit unsteady. I wonder why?)
All of this after it took 30 minutes in the campus parking lot to get your crap sorted out and a 5 minute screaming session while locked in the car because you forgot the circular needles you were going to use to knit Christmas socks.
Which, ordinarily, would not have bothered you were it not for the fact that it took 45 minutes in the coffee shop parking lot to get your crap together to study. Then after an abbreviated study session, you go to the car and try to get things organized for class only to leave your textbooks on the hood of your car ready to go sailing into the great beyond when you back out of the parking space except for the kind lady who rapped on your window to tell you that you, in fact, had $300 worth of text books on the hood of your car ready to become recycling.
After all the drama, you begin to toy with the idea of ditching class the next morning to get a head start on some assignments. Because of the guilt this thought produces you drag your feet to leave for class and then determine that if you cannot find a parking space you will ditch class. This joy is killed completely and feelings that the supreme deity must really hate you dominate your mind when you see a wealth of parking spaces just waiting for you in the most crowded parking lot on campus which can only mean one thing - God hates me. At least I got an “A” on my test, so perhaps he doesn't hate me as much as I believed.
Fab Opal Sock One (FOSO), on the other hand, had a wonderful week.
FOSO got to go to knit night at the Pub. (The photographer's hands seem to have been a bit unsteady. I wonder why?)
FOSO needed a Blackhaven (Guiness over Bellhaven Ale) and some spinach dip after a hard day of lounging around in the knitting bag. Although no photographic evidence exists, FOSO also enjoyed our waiter, who was made to blush by at least one member of the party. Unfortunately for FOSO, the Blackhaven after a full day of work made it more difficult for her creator to knit a simple toe. Instead of gaining freedom from the needles, FOSO remained tethered and her creator moved on to a different pair of socks.
FOSO then went on to enjoy a relatively nice fall afternoon on campus.
FOSO then went on to enjoy a relatively nice fall afternoon on campus.
FOSO loves this book bag and cringes when her creator calls it the best looking, but least utilitarian book bag on the planet. FOSO has spent a lot of time in here absorbing psychopathological theory and diagnosis.
FOSO also loves class. She likes to take notes, especially on a day like today when the subject du jour is schizophrenia and other psychosis. It is on days like today that her creator feels as if she is suffering from schizophrenia or other psychosis because of all that has gone wrong during the week. 
There is always the hope that next week will be better.
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