Obsession

I know that I'm obsessed with crocheting because I left my needles at my apartment instead of bringing them home with me for the holidays, and lucky me I got yarn for Christmas and now I have no way of crocheting. That isn't really the worst part. I am feeling withdrawal, well not really, but I was so desperate to stop this itching in my fingers, that I picked up a bobby pin and proceeded to try and crochet with it. I chained 4 before I realized how wickedly pointless it all was and am now, at the moment, chewing on the aforementioned bobby pin, staring dejectedly at my yarn.
I was hoping that my sister would have one needle lying around, just one, but no luck. Well I supposed I can wait until I go back to my apartment and then get down to it, but I'm thinking that the creative spirit now coursing through me may be well squashed and gone by that time.
All will be well and good when my bed and floor are once again covered in lovely colored projects and scratchy fuzzy wools.
In the meantime I will entertain myself with reading, and periodically cruising the interweb for anything interesting, or boring for that matter. You will be pleased to note that I have indeed been reading Anne Rice, as promised. However....I'm still on the Interview, the first int he vampire Chronicles. I don't think I'll make it to the second any time soon.....which is sad. I think It's hard for me to focus on the book because I've seen the movie already, and unlike the book, the movie showed me scenes at startling speeds. Condensing a relatively tiny book, into an even smaller space. So as I'm reading I'm already wondering when, if ever, I'll get to the next scene, the next step in the life of Louis.
I am enjoying the book, I can say that.