Bullets

Went dancing last night. First time in years (literally). Had a friend ask BC if he had known I could dance. His response: “Oh course; I’ve slept with him.”
Saw Rambo this past week. The highlight: a trailer for Midnight Meat Train. The trailer was all serious, looked good, Wes Craven, etc., then they announced the title in this deep, serious voice. I about spit out the water I was drinking. So going to see it when it’s out.
Brunch sometime around 3 this afternoon, after recovering from last night. Dragged Brian out for it, and was good to see him.
Busy, busy at work. Not sure that there’s an end in sight for any of it, but I’ll just keep slogging through it.
Did a sample swatch of stockinette stitch (finally taught myself to purl yesterday), and learned how to bind off the swatches. I need to go get a needle so I can weave in the ends. That and drag BC to Stitch to pick out some thread for a scarf. Which will be a good excuse to pick up more needles, too, since the pattern calls for a circular needle (I know, it’s not strictly necessary, but hey, why not?).
And with that, it’s crash time

Of Moose And Men
The Best Laid Plans Of Both Often Go Astray