Instead of working on the sweater, I dug out the tatted tablecloth last night. Not that I got a lot of
it done either, but I know perfectly well it's because I don't feel like working on the sweater; I'm afraid I'm going to have done all this work for nothing, so I'm trying to not get finished at all. It's always amusing when you can see the spots where you're messing up, if only in that horrid postmodern way.
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