I must hate myself.

Seriously. I started a Harry Potter scarf for my sister. I had her buy the yarn, I was going to show her how to do it but then all of the sudden I was just making it. I don't know how it happened but it did. I guess what with writing the novel and all that other stuff going on I just didn't have enough to do. I was just starting to get my life back. No more Halloween costumes, no more birthday stuff, just the usual Christmas I-want-to-kill-myself rush coming. Nothing that doesn't happen every year, you know. But NO I have to write a novel and get a bunch of new projects. What a freaking idiot. If I could clone me I wouldn't even use my clone to do half the work I would just have her slap me because that's what I really need. To slap myself back into reality. There's a special plateau of crazy that I've just ascended to isn't there?