I am freakin' exhausted. I've had two essays due in two days (which wouldn't be so terrible except I have procrastinated one to the point where I was talking to my roommate about deadlines and saying that it was due, er, tomorrow and she replied, "When it's that close, it's not exactly a deadline anymore.") and, in a cruel twist of fate, have tried to reform my sleeping habits at the same time. I'm trying to get to bed by midnight, which has resulted in me, instead of staying up too late, waking up at 4 or 5 a.m. and being unable to fall back asleep. This is not new, but having nightmares is. Lots of nightmares. Been reading too much Gogol. Anyway.

When I'm too tired to think, too tired to knit, I really just want to spin singles.



I'd had this marinating on the wheel for a while, but spun up the rest out of stress. My friend Sue's homegrown Montana Suffolk, dyed with Kool-Aid by yours truly. (Admittedly not my most ambitious attempt.)

I finished up the singles but I wanted more! I'm on a budget-imposed fiber diet right now, which is fine yarn-wise, but my spinning stash was still in its embryonic stages when this diet hit and it is totally depleted. It's all just undyed fiber left, and since I haven't had time to dye, the going is rough.

I became determined to Navajo ply the singles. Just in case you're wondering, if you're looking to take a break from the stress of writing on a short deadline, teaching yourself how to Navajo ply is probably not the best option. I managed to stop myself before I got far enough along to start crying.

After finishing my essay, I coaxed myself away from the edge, resisting the urge to try again, citing such aforementioned reasons of exhaustion and stress. This turned out to be a good idea, as apparently I was so tired that when trying to take my sweater off to go to bed I managed to "Navajo ply" my hair into my necklace.

Tomorrow? We try again. But first we sleep. Maybe.