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I have just completed possibly the most difficult knitting task of my life thus far! (As opposed to things that are merely tedious, like Latvian-style mittens.) I can do fair-isle, I can do lace, but structural challenges stymie me if I can't visualize in my head what it's supposed to be doing.

And on that note, one should probably consider bedtime when one starts counting "18, 19, 20, 22."

I made the fakest tonkatsu that ever faked! (A Quorn cutlet served with an unholy mixture of barbecue sauce, teriyaki sauce, ketchup, and mustard. Supposedly you're supposed to use worcestershire sauce for good fake tonkatsu sauce, but I haven't yet bothered to track down meat-free worcestershire.) Really not bad, though I'll want to tune the recipe somewhat.

And I'm plotting a book!

So far it looks like it's a bit cyberpunk-flavored and set in near-future Montreal and the heroine is a French-Canadian girl who has malfunctioning hardware in her brain. All of that is pretty much up for grabs, I think, but so far I like where it's going.

I might do something reckless and do NaNoWriMo. I dunno. I might.