last night i tried to...
last night i tried to convince myself that tapenade and wasa was a suitable dinner. the jury is still out on that one. heard a ruckus from the other room. the sounds of delighted squealing. i thought it was the sound of my nephew being tickle tortured. but no. it was the sound of nephew gleefully observing his father's failure at donkey kong. i adore that kid.
crocheted until dawn. tried to sleep. failed for a long while. managed sleep and was awoken shortly afterward by loud voices. and now i write this. bah.
there's a bran and blueberry muffin with my name on it. i go.
