Today I played the Treasure of ElDorado. I played this game a long time ago, it was one of the first games I tried, and boy did I suck! I've honed skills since then. I don't sleep, so what else do I have to do at night? But I still suck. It's one of those brick-busting games where you have to click repeatedly, and this one has a little bomb that looks like the fish in the go fish game, only with a mouth full of serrated teeth. Level 3 is all about aiming those damn bombs, but there's not really enough time to work it out, you just have to guess. I don't like to guess. Maybe that's why I still suck.

Husby had the day off today, and he also had yesterday off. I get scared when he's going to be around too much, the potential for stupid grows proportionately to the time he has off. Uncommitted time is a real problem for a brain injury patient, his thoughts go bouncing all over the place and if he decides to or accidentally acts on one of the totally random one, you get things like 5 bags of Chex cereal in your kitchen cupboards for months. Or some kind of dollar store food you have never heard of that he bought instead of the mayonnaise you sent him out for. We have been trying to find our way back to each other, he wants to have sex in the middle of the night, but I will settle for most of a day without bitching at him. And then telling him I'm sorry, but if he would stop being stupid, I would stop bitching. He's trying, I can tell. He came home with mostly the right food. I'll tell you some other time why I don't go with him.

I rescued my knitting from the place where I had flung it last night. The sad thing is, it was no worse for wear when I picked it up, the error and tangled yarn had not changed at all. See, I got frustrated because there was one stitch with some split threads and I tried to fix it. All I had to do was drop it the rest of the way, capture the errant loop and put it back. Nothing is ever that simple for me, and the stupid stitch began to ladder, the one next to it thought it'd follow, and the next thing I knew, all of the stitches on the left hand needle had just slid right the hell off that damn metal needle. I tried picking them back up, failed, and that's when it took a dive. And the notions bag and the magazine pattern followed. Knitting is too light to be a satisfactory temper hurled object, that's why the bag and mag had to go too.
So anyway, I got a 2 sizes smaller circ needle, pulled the damn bastard needle out the rest of the way, ripped back a few rows and knit it all back together. Then I had to figure out which row I was on and how many inches I had to go before the next change and then I had to adjust my row counter/pattern counter thingy. then I put it down and picked up the beads.

Beads. How I love the beads. I haven't made a lighter cover in about 10 years, and the last ones I made, I still have. because the workmanship was shoddy. like all my left over crafts.
That Hat Attack binary hat was the very first thing that I ever made in any medium that I corrected every single error or flaw in. Because I was sending it to someone I didn't know, and because if it wasn't perfect, my victim wouldn't die. It was awful. It took me 2 entire days to knit that hat, but when it was done and on its way, it was the most incredible feeling.
Anyway, the beads. It took me 2 hours to figure out how to start peyote stitch in the round on a slippery item like a lighter, and every bead that was the wrong size or mis-placed got removed, the thread was waxed, the pattern was AWESOME, but now I'm at the bottom. that't the hardest part, to decrease smoothly and close the bottom. It's all about tactile sensation, it has to feel smooth like water. Tomorrow. After a certain time of night, all the holes disappear out of the beads, and that happened a couple of hours ago.