It's Thursday...
...and what a week it's been! My eyes are killing me--I think I need to get to bed soon. First, however, I've got to drink about a gallon of water to rehydrate.
Now that I'm done (more or less) with those essays that had to be read, I've slowed considerably on my blanket. Still working away on it, though, but the siren song of fall is calling and I'm itching to work on some new sweaters. Hold me back!
And Project Runway? Angela's crazy-as-s*&% bubble skirt and slutty top a la BRITISH HEADMISTRESS THROWING A BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR HER DOG PATTY CAKE IN PARIS? What was up with that outfit? While I understand why Katy got the axe (and, really, she wasn't long for PR, given that she's really and truly a sportswear girl), Angela has got to go. Far away. From those combat boots.
Can't help but wonder who will be kicked out and for what--I'm on pins and needles!
