Sometimes, very rarely, a graham cracker will taste like blueberries for 0.002 seconds and it’ll move me in a way that I can’t quite put into words. Is it poison? Mold? Spore? I don’t know.
I soent 2 hours doing twisted rib for something I’m making only for me to not count my stitches twice after casting on and now I’m short 1 stitch. 2 hours later.