I want to bang my head against a wall.

I want to crochet so bad, but this darned medication is making it difficult to concentrate on what I want to get done. I started an ami, then got frustrated because the head was consumed by the massive nose, I took it off. I want to sew it on much better, in a different place as well.

Then I made the next arm much shorter, and tried to tear the knot out, but ended up destroying the arm in a fit of rage. That is right, it's in two pieces. I love my scissors.

So, mister kitty is in a bag with his nose and one arm. I am done with him for now.