June 23, 2013

This morning I stayed in bed and listened to the downpour outside. Then around 9:30AM the downpour turned to thunderous hail. So I got up and took a look outside because my poor car was in the elements. The hail was really only about dime-sized at the most but as it came down it felt like baseballs on my insides. I didn't make it out to check for any hail damage because I still want to be in denial just in case. I'll find out tomorrow. Fingers crossed.

Today was a lot of the same. Battlestar Galactica and cross stitch stuff. I touched up my Don't Blink pattern and I might start start working on that one eventually. I did a lot of math for my sister's name, figuring out what size of cloth I needed based on the size of the pattern, the space I want between it and the mat, the size of the map, and enough left over to pull it over some foam board. Her name will end up being about four and a half inches tall and just over twenty-three and a half inches long. Or 72 squares tall and 379 squares long. There is a lot of stitching in my future. I got started on the boarder for the first letter but only finished two sides. It's going to take forever. I need to go through and count out where the vertical lines will be and mark them in advance so I don't have to keep stopping and counting over and over again. I just hope I have counted right so far. It will be a bitch if I haven't.

It does seem to be a sign of crazy but I wish I could have visions that were as vivid as the people on Batlestar Galactica. Preferably in dream-form because I don't want to look like a lunatic talking to myself or looking off in a random direction for no reason. I've nearly made it through the third season now and I really want to know who the five remaining Cylons are. I fear that won't happen until the fourth season. Hopefully not all at once though, I like the slow reveal.

It is only just after midnight but I am surprisingly tired. Tomorrow I want to get up relatively early so I can mail my letter to my friend (I finally got around to scanning it and getting it ready to mail after sitting on it for nearly a month for no reason), schedule a long overdue haircut, and pick up some things at Target. All before work, which isn't until six o'clock, but I am no longer on the early-to-rise schedule.

Lastly, the Irish accent is still probably my favorite.