I have at least eleven thousand accounts online. It’s absolutely ridiculous. Every time I turn around someone is telling me I need to create an account with them so I can comment/read/pay/whatever.
I lie one at least ten thousand ninety nine. Or more.
I just give them the first thing that pops in my head. My local newspaper, for instance, knows me as Sharon Quid, who lives in Toronto. Do these people really think everyone is telling the truth? They can’t possibly.
I’m learning to knit cables. Which was terrifying initially, because I was sure I’d fuck it up and it’s a piece for a friend. It’s not too bad. Have to pay attention though. And the piece is coming along swimmingly.
The weather here has been compleatly whacked. It’s like spring when we should be smothering in snow. I mean, like, 70ish degree days. No coat. No mittens. Sunglassess. Margaritas, anyone?