the truth is out there

What the hell? Eight textbooks for  three classes? I remember when history classes just had history books.

I am watching X-Files again. It was a joke when I said it, but I'm in a knitting frenzy and I a) don't want to watch anything I have, b) am having to wait between discs of Homicide from Netflix, and c) can only take so much of BtVS at a time. That show is pretty cheesy. Firefly really was so much better. An added bonus of X-Files is that I'm familiar enough with the episodes that I know more or less which ones Mulder gets the crap kicked out of him, and I can just listen the rest of the time. That man was whumped on a lavel almost unequaled in fandom.

My scarf is MONSTER long and approaching 8 feet if it hasn't reached it already. I desperately want to finish before I go back to Eugene because my free time will disappear fast. I've been working on it so much that I've developed a sore shoulder from throwing the yarn over the end of the needle. Injuries from knitting are possible. And they don't have to involve stabbing yourself.