While I do have enough good sense to not call up ex-boyfriends during protracted bouts of insomnia, and I often remember to let angry emails sit over night before I decide to actually send them, I apparently don't have enough self control to avoid worrying our loud whilst soaked to the gills on cold medicine.
I must be getting a little bit better. I've been able to concentrate long enough to finish the neckline on my two languishing sweaters. Now I need to regain the brains required to lengthen some woefully short sleeves, and figure out how to make armpit gussets.
I know you're all dying to hear all about my armpits. Let's see how much self control I can exercise on this topic.
Like that candy heart? You can have one, too.