*twitch*

[holytoastr]

I am currently the largest ball of lemon-scented stress ever known to man. *twitch*

I made a new bat. With my sewing machine. Yes, it was faster but was it worth the frustration? *twitch* That machine HATES my stretchy fabric that I used for the bat. Absolutely hates it. When said fabric approaches said machine, it opens it's hidden jaws (all sewing machine have huge nasty jaws designed for chewing up fabric) and gnaws the fabric into a tiny crumbled mess.

Took me two hours to make a new bat. One of those hours was just seperating the machine and the fabric from fighting. *twitch* But it's done. And stuffed. I smell like lemons.

I firmly believe that I will find my other bat on saturday. I ALWAYS find what I'm looking for the day after I need it. It is like the universe not only is laughing at me, but it's laying back in a lazy boy recliner with a beer in one hand and a bowl of popcorn balanced on it's fat belly.

I loath you, universe.

Comments

[plopfiles.livejournal.com]

well, at that point, you can use the bat as a pincushion! and watch it suffer! mwhaha!

or, just have another lemon scented bat! you can't have too many of those!!!!! ^-^

and i know what you mean about losing things till you don't need it anymore o.0

I think it has to do with you not being anxious and throwing things around rushing around in a frenzy looking for it-

and when you're calmer you notice- oh! it was right there! in front of my face!

and of course then you smack the side of your head and ask yourself why you could have been so silly and not notice it ;)

good luck!

[holytoastr.livejournal.com]

But then, how come my parents couldn't find it either? They weren't nearly as stressed as I was while they helped me search. *sigh*