Well, I've stopped drinking from the water fountain at work due to a semi-recent outbreak of pregnancy among the staff. I'm currently working on two baby afghans at once (the other two affected staff members were seasonal and no longer work with me so they don't get afghans, so there!) The night before last, I looked down at the afghan I was knitting for the first time in a while and realized I'd made a dreadfully obvious and unattractive mistake! I had to take out about 5 inches worth of work to reach the problem area and correct it. Tonight I finally made it all the way back up to where I had once been and used up all the pulled-out wadded yarn that had collected at my feet.
Maybe no one would have noticed but me. That's what people always tell me. There's one thing that no one else realizes:
I'll notice! It will keep me awake at night. I'll be haunted by the ghost of projects passed. I'll become a mindless knit-zombie unable to function without correcting heinous mistakes! Doomed to pull out projects and make corrections for all eternity. Trapped in my own personal hell untangling miles and miles of yarn! A thousand sheep will weep copiously at the horrors heaped upon the fruit of their wool! Oh, the agony! Oh, the humanity!
I need to go lie down. It's all just been too much for me.