Knitting Therapy

La juu'aan. I just ate a big chunk of 70% dark chocolate, and now, frankly, I'm feeling a little bit mariid, but it tasted SO FUCKING JAIID. And I've got Arabic words stuck in my head because I'm trying to memorize for a quiz tomorrow. The Dixie chicks could've written waasa' open spaces, and because arabic is sa'd it makes me sob, and the room is cold, which makes me ta'baan. I WILL remember these words and even though I can't speak the bloody language, I'll kick the grammarical asses of everyone else in the room!  (And writing this entry in partial Arabic is probably za'laan, but you can all deal.)