I have seven inches on the sash thing now. Y'all, this thing is killing me. Knit one, purl one. Knit one, purl one. Knit one, purl one. ARRRRRGH. 

I originally thought I could get away with knitting 8 inches for a "normal" sweater (fuck that cropped bullshit), however in a moment of clarity I decided it would be good to, you know, take my actual measurements, and would you believe that in order for this thing to cover my buddha belly the sash is going to have to be NINE inches? Sigh. Damn you, long torso!

It's not even good knitting, either. I've been trying to knit so fast that there are all these little gaps between the double seed stitches. For once I am knitting too loose. Whyyyyyyyy? Oh well, it's cotton. If it's too big I can, like, throw it in the dryer for a while, right? (Somebody please tell me)

Oh, and work is kicking my ass. I have been balls to the walls for weeks now, with nothing to show for it except the curious way El Supervisoro's beady eyes light up in glee when they realize that once I complete one project, they are now free to load me up with like eight more. Joy.