Maimed!

I should not be allowed to cook. In a sad attempt to make soup yesterday afternoon, I not only broke my stock pot, but sustained a large 2nd degree burn on the inside of my left wrist. Ouch. The blister is large and disgusting, and T (who came for dinner with his wife H last night, hence the cooking) said it looked "like a snow-globe." Nice. All I know is that this hurts in a dull achy kind of way and keeps getting bigger.

Other than that, it was not a bad weekend. I didn't get as much done as I had hoped, but I did accomplish things, got some rest, and should be in good shape to kick the ass of the second half the semester. I'm just trying to focus on the process of learning the law, and not worry about anything else (like grades or jobs or children or impending barren-spinsterhood a la Bridget Jones).

Tomorrow I get to make the trip over to the yarn shop to pick up stuff for this Christmas stocking project, which should be fun. I'm actually looking forward to it, strangely enough. I'll get to work on intarsia, which I have not really explored much as a technique, so that should be useful. I really want to make argyle socks for Someone for some reason, so this will be a good introduction to the techniques I'll need for that.