Knowing how hard it was to quit in the past, I'll get half calf and see where that takes me. The reason, if you can call it valid, is that months after I quit the last time I had one cup and everything looked so crisp and sharp and I felt the actual high that it's supposed to give.
Of course, that crisp resolution didn't last for long and now I'm back to drinking this stuff to stave off depressing thoughts that I have while off of it. I know it isn't an exclusive experience. I have nothing else to say about it.
I guess I can write about making dolls out of crochet. I made a stuffed blue cat and I want to make more, preferably smaller than the first one. I also want to keep that first project for myself
However, I think it will be wonderful to make mini crocheted dolls wearing t-shirts. I'm thinking I will make them into a niche product by putting pride flag t-shirts on them. Some of them anyway.
It brings me joy.
I keep getting Haven't Met You Yet stuck in my head. You know that one Michael Buble song. Hope I'm spelling that name right. Loved him back in the day, really still like his songs now. It's the only love song I have always quasi-related to, but now I definitely relate to it.
Distance is still a cuck.
