In which we learn who is trustworthy.

Sometimes, we learn that there are people who you love extremely dearly, who are time and again not trustworthy. And it sucks, big time. Noted.

I guess in a way, it's just for me.

I was in a funk this morning. I don't really know why I keep this thing up. I'm not sure if there is a way to tell if I have any subscribers, and there are rarely any comments, which makes me think no one is reading it.
Sometimes, I feel like no one is really interested in what I'm doing, and trying to do...
But then I just need to take a breath, look in the mirror, and convince myself that it's still good to keep track of things like this.
So I keep going.
At any rate, I'm not looking for pity, I'm just writing about where I am.

Today, I dyed up a bunch of really nice fiber and yarns, and went through the entire process before I realized...I forgot to add the acid to my dyes.

Fuck.