Gout

Couldn't fall asleep last night until 5ish. I got about 3 hours of sleep, and although I wanted to make it to church, the nausea of sleep-deprivation set in while I was on my way out the door. This was after I chugged nearly 3 cups of coffee, so that left me feeling like a ball of ass on the couch and struggling to knit with trembling hands.

Brooke's mittens are done, and I'm working on a FUCK CANCER alpaca/wool hat for Mom.

I don't know if this journal is more about cancer or knitting or unmitigated whining.