Chris

If ever you thought I was a nice person, you should spend some time in my head when I'm on an airplane.  Due to chattery teenagers AGAIN WHY GOD, I had this complex contractual agreement drawn up with the devil - I trade my firstborn, and the devil instills a doom-speaking imp on the shoulders of every college-aged extroverted chatterboxing ninny, so that every time they feel the need to shriek with laughter (after 11p on a goddamn airplane), they get this incessant stream of doom.  "In the time it took you to say that, at least 200 people died of starvation.  In some places, there are little girls being exposed to the elements because they're not boys or firstborn.  You'll never find a job in your chosen major, not in this economy, and you'll be the only one in this group who this happens to.  One of the men in this group is a rapist, and you have no way of telling which one it is until it's too late.  How do you feel?"

I am secretly a not-good person.  But at least I don't talk about it on the goddamn plane at the top of my lungs to my seatmate and everyone around me.  I'm not incomprehensibly oblivious and also hateful.

In other news, after hours and hours on the plane, I have untangled... about a third of my new-found yarn.  It is periwinkle-ish and four-ply cotton happy, and I will use it to make this shawl, solely because I want to.

Since I am jittery now, I'm off to read up on Etsy terms of service.