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Sometimes I just frustrate myself, and the worst part of it is that if I blow my top at myself then I just look insane. I was going to get some necessary housework done, but when I went under the sink for some cleaning supplies I found that there was this HUGE puddle in the back of the cupboard UNDER the sink. I ended up spending all of my time under the sink just sopping up the water and cleaning up all the paint that had been damaged so that I could see where it was leaking from in the first place.
Had to be a pipe right?
Wrong.
The wall is leaking. How’s that for fun?
So the rest of my afternoon was displacing stuff in the pantry so that I had a home for the displaced stuff under the sink. I don’t think that qualifies as good time management on my part. Hence: Frustration.
I did go back to the babystepping learned ala Flylady.net but a little late. I know Flylady says “no whining”– so this is technically griping. I guess I should stop either way.

Success!
I have in my possession proof that there is something lurking in the depths of my work basket. It emerges at night to feed on singles and orts of yarn. They told me that this beast was mythical, a fancy of a fevered mind; that it didn’t exist.
But– after long hours of observation, painstaking research, and many seemingly fruitless nights of field work I have done it.
I have stalked and studied the ply-o-saurus, I have observed the beasts with my own eyes. It does exist! It does and I have the evidence to prove it. The Sockness Monster indeed.

Now how does one go about getting a grant for this kind of research?