This is the first blog I’ve written in over a year…and what a mad year it’s been. So, I’ve been working on a book about the crap that I’ve found myself embroiled in since March of last year. In a nutshell? Let’s just say that the restaurant had me to the point of bloody and blistered feet, a pulled muscle in my thigh, and a rash that had begun to spread up the side of my torso. My boss was trying to slowly sabotage me into leaving so she wouldn’t have to pay me unemployment. My weight dropped to 120 pounds and I’m already a terribly scrawny guy. My partner left me…twice. And while most people find themselves escaping into drugs and alcohol, I became obsessed with knitting. I spent long hours chugging beer after beer and working on any pattern I could come across. While my life around me was destroying, I was living inside my own head while knitting. I think subconsciously, I had control in my hands, I was responsible for the stitches, I saw progress with the row after row completed. I kept projects with me at all times, different ones by my bed, other projects in the living room. I knit while in line at the bank, while walking to work, while eating dinner, standing at the kitchen counter….and the whole time I neglected to eat, neglected to bath regularly, and logged onto the internet only once in 8 months. At some point I came to my senses and took back control of my life. I thought I’d show the cover of the book and see what some of you thought, or even if the idea of the whole book seems dorky. I’m sure many of you have gotten to that obsessive phase, where you’d rather complete a row of cables rather than brush your teeth??? It seems there are quite a few new people on here, and I’d love to meet new friends. Cheers!