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Poor SpongeBob is laying face down on the table with a couple hundred pins stuck into his back. My parents gave M a trick-or-treat SpongeBob for Easter. It's a long story, involving said stuffed toy being left on a bus. Anyway, I threw it into the washer with some color-safe bleach (because, eww, they found it on the bus) and it's been sitting around downstairs ever since, mainly ignored. I say mainly because every now and then, one or the other of us will look at it and say, "What are we going to DO with this?" But I digress. As usual. Tonight, I realized that we're bloody well going to use him to block this stupid rectangle tatting thing that I've been working on for years and finally finished tonight. (I got in a mood a few months ago where I decided to get it done, too. I finished the last square (twelve total) and sewed the ends in and washed it all and had started the blocking when I realized... last square was wrong. Blah!) It has a zillion picots (loops) and they're huge.. so when I washed it, of course they all got twisted and turned. I usually avoid the blocking by just starching and ironing, but this one required the full pinning. I think it took me an hour to get it all done.. tomorrow, I'll iron. And possibly someday in the near future, I'll post a picture.

So what's the impetus for getting it done now? Why, I am in a clean-the-to-do-list sort of mood. Some people can't leave for vacation with a dirty house, well, I don't want to leave with a to-do list of three miles. I guess. Actually, I don't want to leave with a dirty house, either, although M gave me The Look when I mentioned it and said that since we're going to be gone, no one will be coming over, we won't have to live with it, and so it's the number one time that we really could let it be messy. Boys are weird.

Umm.. what else? Today was better than yesterday. Was kind of depressed yesterday, for no real reason. I am just really tired, I think. And my throat is sore. And, I really, really want my Monday off, but I sacrified it to the following Friday for the vacation. *sigh* I don't feel particularly stressed, but I probably am--I am known for not recognizing the fact that I am totally stressed out. At some point in college, before M moved, my heart started fluttering in a major way. It's done that my whole life, but usually only once in a while. This was happening constantly, and I would fall asleep at night honestly afraid that I wouldn't wake up. So, M, totally freaked out when he heard that (in retrospect, I don't really blame him) made me go to the night clinic that very day. It wasn't doing it then, but they were saying that this sort of thing was often closely linked with stress. Oh, I don't feel particularly stressed, I said. Oh, well, do you have anything unusual going on in your life? And I said that well, I'm in a long-distance relationship with this Swedish guy, and we're getting married in two months but we don't know where we're going to live or what kind of job he'll get and oh, even for sure if he can get his immigration papers approved and I have two more semesters of college and by the way, I totally hate my major and also, I should find a job, and did i mention that we still don't have a wedding date set because he hasn't been to his interview yet? And, after we got through all that, I realized that I was having a nervous breakdown and needed to chill out. Actually, I wasn't really having a nervous breakdown but I did begin feeling better basically immediately after I figured out what was wrong.

Anyway, I didn't mean to go into all of that. I really don't have anything worth whining about, anyway, and I'm feeling better anyway. Except for how sleepy I am. Need to fix that right away!