Biggest problem in my life at the moment is that I can’t knit/be on tumblr at the same time.
It was a fairly good day at work. I got to lead one of our national calls because my boss was home sick, and I think it went really smoothly. Wait, do I get to call it a ‘national call’ if there were only, like, 9 people on the phone? Whatever, I’m doing it.
Right now I’m reading this insanely long (900+ pages) biography on The Beatles. It’s only so-so, but I caught myself grinning madly on the train when I was reading an adorable bit about Ringo’s fanmail, when they had barely become famous:
“Ritchie [Ringo] came in one day and asked politely if I would [respond to] his mail. I told him he must be joking. ‘Get your mum and dad to do it. All the other [Beatles’] parents do.’ But he just stood there pathetically and said, ‘Me mum doesn’t know what to put. Anyway, I don’t get a lot.’ I felt so sorry for him, so I said, ‘All right, bring it in, but just this once.’ The next day he came in with one of those small bags that tights come in – that was all his mail, stuffed inside. Paul got two feet of mail, but Ritchie only had that small sack, with ten letters in it.”