Cursed Socks

Today I'm wearing my sacrifice cursed socks. I picked them out last night, woke up about 2300 and I. Could. Not. Get. Back. To. Sleep. I believe I drifted off about 0030 or so. When the alarm went off this at o'dark thirty, I hit snooze three, maybe four times. On Friday I had left my ID in the computer using the reader under the desk - because the one in the keyboard doesn't work for me. Grilltech came home Friday night asking where the card was; uhhh in my bag? Nope in your drawer because BBQ Partner put it there. I get into work pull the card out, try to log in. Nope it's locked. So for the first hour of my day, I couldn't log into one computer. The company will now spend a couple of hours driving me out to the base. Cheers for me! More knitting time.

I'm starting the fingers on the glove. Which means I'm almost done!! Yesterday I started the 1bag, it's a fairly easy knit. I used Samurai Knitter's provisional cast on. It's pretty clever, I'll be using it more as needed. I left the finger lengths at home, so I'll knit the pinkie two inches long then stop. I don't want to go longer than that.

The day of locked account is continuing. It appears the account locks on its own with little provocation. Which means most of my morning has been spent walking between my desk and Grilltech's. I've logged out of the other computer so Bob can install software OT isn't able to get installed.

It also appears the cursed socks blew up the database. Maybe it wasn't the socks, it was all the corrupted data. All I know is it's not working and until Bob gets it fixed, reports can't be run.

Sharks and serial killers, who knew? Speaking of serial killers, Amy you'll get a kick out of this. The weekend we picked up My Bloody Valentine. Yea, not so much, turns out I grabbed the 1981 version. We watched it anyway, because we're both lazy. I kept pointing out things that people don't do anymore like smoking in buildings. Pull-top tabs. No cell phones. MICROFICHE!

OMG!! Nothing like jumping back in the workout routine after (cough, cough) a couple of weeks off. My arms are ready to fall off. I'm off to cook dinner and collapse into bed.