. . . out . . . too hot to . . . crochet . . . bleh.
That last noise was me dying, in case you were wondering. There's been talk, you know, of the weather breaking and being less horrific. I will believe when I feel it.
Also, I've been prowling at craftster, and dear god, all the wonderful, amazing things there! I want to make. everything. EVERYTHING.
Need more hours in a day, more money, more cold air.