I could not for the life of me find a skien of yarn I desperately need for the toe of a pair of socks I'm knitting for my brother. I searched ALL OVER MY ROOM (perk: my room is now cleaner than it was and better organized) and all over the living room. I was going out of my mind. Then, my roommate very nonchalantly says "could you have put it in your desk? Hiding it from the cat?" So, I pick a drawer, and look in, and what is staring up at me? The skien I've been pulling my hair out trying to find.
I swear I'd lose myself if it weren't for my roomie. Her name is Jamie, and she's pretty awesome. I should knit her something cool one of these days.
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