The microwave signaled the end of it all. It was the end of an era, perhaps even the end of days...
And so it began. I used the microwave. I couldn't live having to blow dry my nachos, and so Sensei Jamie, I have failed.
How did I use this great opportunity to succeed, you ask? Well, I (with a little help) promptly said "Fuck'em."
In the past three weeks I have stayed out past midnight almost every night, I have eaten Oreo's and Lee's Famous Recipe, I drank Mountain Dew and did some shots, ate breakfast with a Bengal twice and only called in sick to work once (and actually was sick and by sick I don't mean hungover). And don't think that all of this shenanigans has caused me to quit crafting. Oh no! I have been crocheting my mega blanket, I also crocheted a phone cozy and about 1/8 of a hat. I x-acto-ed about 50 asterisks from about 50 hearts and made Valentine's garlands and I crafted a paper owl from 3 eyed bear. So maybe I haven't folded any paper cranes lately, I will. I will.
So the rules are broken but I'm learning and re-adjusting. If I stayed in one place the whole time and never moved this would be a blog about a Stay-cation, but now my friends, it is a journey!
I wanted to leave you with an awesome thought, but this kid said it better.