Power Knitting

It's the weekend, when my thoughts often turn to knitting. When it comes to the week, I'm either tired of lugging around knitting projects, only to open my bag and see that the needles have fallen out and I have a crowd of dropped stitches to pick up, or I'm just tired straight-up. Last week was the latter.

So far I've finished the body of that stupid cabled sweater I've started. Now I just have to do the sleeves.

As I contemplate what would motivate me to do the sleeves, which are just like the body except more annoying, I've cast on for birthday socks for a friend. They're the thing on top that has the same color scheme as a '70s rec room. Now, there's got to be something about that Monkey pattern. It seems to knit up 3x as fast as plain socks, probably because I feel like I have to finish at least one pattern repeat before putting them down. I cast on this morning and worked away while watching Network and in between cleaning up after Borschfest '10. Now I just have one and half pattern repeats to go before I turn the heel. I am knitter. Hear me roar.