the air in here

I feel like I'm suffocating. The air was absolutely heavy on the way to work -- I could feel it pressing my lungs. My office is stuffy and gross, and I'm falling asleep at my desk, which is even more impressive since I slept a good 12 hours last night. I think I may be calling it a sick/work at home day tomorrow. Scrabble nationals start tomorrow, and I'm sad to not be going. Scrabble club will either be quiet tonight, with everyone staying home for last minute cramming and/or already travelling, or it will be brutal, 'cause everyone has been cramming and will be supergood. At least I'll likely learn some new words in the latter case.

In fiber news, I've been spinning the most ornery roving ever. I don't know if it's a short staple, or if it's just not brushed out well, or what, but it drafts poorly, and when I try to predraft it, it just kinda falls apart. Eh. Spinning's supposed to be relaxing. I've done 2/3 of it so far, so I'm almost done, and it's a pretty color, but grr. Annoying. I'm also knitting an acrylic hat as part of my craft fair stock, because there are always a few people who ask for them. My fingers have gotten spoiled by fancy merino, and acrylic feels all gross.

Okay, enough of the whiny of me. I think I'll go nap on my couch or something.