RAGE!

I was once all psyched because I had tickets to see Juventus play DC United on July 28. At RFK.  OK, so RFK is the hole-iest of holes and (shaped like a toilet, smells like a toilet) most of my favorite players were probably not going to be there.  And it would probably end up being the hottest day of the year and I'd have to take the metro and be forced to have my sweaty, stinky body pressed up against the sweaty, stinky bodies of other people (ew).  I'd probably get a heat headache and end up dehydrated for three days, but I had tickets to see Juventus and all of that was going to be worth it.  But they fucking canceled.  Those fuckers!


So I'm pissed about that and I'm suffering in a heat wave.  It's hot and I'm in another one of my depressive episodes so all I want to do is stay in bed and slam carbs into my piehole, which is the best possible way to stay in an episode for the rest of my life.  Luckily for me, my brother is coming for a visit, so I'll be forced to get out of bed every day this weekend.  I don't know what I'm going to feed him, and I have shopping and cleaning to do, but tonight I'm watching football, so fuck it.




While I'm watching football, I'll be knitting, which I still do, believe it or not.

My old Bianconeri Scarf of Drunken Champions League Woe is starting to look a little raggy and pink is not only the color of this year's away kit but also one of Juve's historical colors (plus one of my favorites), so I made a new one.

Also, some farm stuff.  The last of the llama:

And another blanket:

And a wrap from some much less itchy grey wool:

I have a new juicer, which is very exciting, if you like vegetable juice:

My tomatoes are starting to look like tomatoes.

Pretty soon I'm gong to have to re-stake them and protect them from varmints.  Last year, they took them just as each tomato turned red.  I would find it in the yard later, with one bite taken.  Bastards.

Special Sweetheart was photogenic until the end.

And Tiki Sun Seeker still knows where to find the sun.