Time vortexes (vorteces?), near-death experiences, and lovely knits

Wow. Where did the day go? I'm not one to complain about work going by quickly, but I haven't actually done any work today, and now I'm about out of time, and it feels like I just got here and what happened? I think I might have fallen through a time portal. Or maybe it was a productivity black hole. Yeah, that last one's more likely.

I can tell you where part of my time went: I spent probably an hour replying to text messages from my nephew and husband, who both decided they had IMPORTANT THINGS to tell me RIGHT NOW OMG, at the same time. Of course, I'm always too polite (read: wuss) to either ignore their texts or tell them that I have work to do. And so I end up having an hour-long schizoid conversation about Myspace and car repairs and Battlestar Galactica and saving receipts. ...I'd make a joke about Nephew's definition of urgent compared to Husband's, but mine tends to line up with the former's, so I really can't say anything there. What's more, he's watching the DVDs for the first time and he's halfway through Season 2 and I really can't blame him for needing to talk about it immediately. Because "Pegasus" is like whoa. So I completely understand.

Speaking of timesucks, I finally caved to pressure and created a Myspace account, but only so I could access Nephew's and Neice-in-law's profiles and read their blogs. I threw my Etsy shop widget up on my blog page over there, but that's about all I plan to do with it for the time being. I reserve the right, of course, to change my mind and go to town on my profile settings in the future.

And speaking of Etsy, while I was at Wal-Mart during lunch waiting for my windshield wiper blades to get replaced (side note: do you know what's scary? Having your windshield wipers crap out on you as you're driving to work pre-dawn in a downpour. That's what's scary), I finally picked up all of the notions I need to finish the purse I whipped up the minute I learned about slip-stitch knitting. Okay, maybe not the minute. But I love that stitch pattern and I want to learn more. As for the purse, I haven't decided yet whether it's going in the shop or on my arm. Maybe both. I'm still rocking the Lucy bag I made last year (I washed it the other day and it shrunk and now it's even cuter), so I think maybe it's time for a change.

And now that I've managed to fall even deeper into the vortex of slack, I'd better start trying to claw my way out of it lest I become trapped and frozen in time. Or something.