Knitting Pattern Jester Hat

A series of unfortunate events

Today was the last day of school before Christmas. It took something like this:
I woke up the alarm clock number four, without having to remember to have turned the number one, two or three, terrible headache, cold and without a single fiber in the body rested. There is admittedly much my own fault, I suffer from a permanent lake horror and is the queen of finding the irrational reasons for delays. There is also some neighbor's sake, for I was going to add me when they started with a frantic, indeterminate noise (Road wing of huge, rusty crank? Cutting metal? Dropping the metal to the floor? Randomly knocking on the floor? Grinding of gravel in the coffee grinder? Yes, you get the point.) That lasted well over an hour, and plan to get many enough hours of sleep went completely down the drain. They have also just had another taste of metal preparation, after at 23:00.
Whatever. The day continued with a balance-sms that would tell me that I have 13.81 million in the account after the taxi bill from last Thursday Christmas parties have been drawn. If anyone would consider taking a taxi from the westside to Oppsal a night to Friday: it costs 479 kroner. Are you still sure this is a good idea?
An hour later, we received feedback the project examination, and I felt that I had little desire to cry. We passed, that is, but let me emphasize that I am very, very happy that we only get a pass / fail instead of grades on the exam. Let's not talk about it!
Back home again counted the coins and I concluded that I barely have enough money for a bottle of wine for the Christmas table on Saturday. It's always nice to avoid filling completely irrational fear and taxi bills, but that is .. We begin seven. I do not want to be out for drinks before eight o'clock. This discovery meant that I was a little more than brutal in the opening of an envelope, and the result of it was that I spilled a full cup of coffee out of myself and the carpet in the living room, just the way to top it all together. (And then I was so tired that I actually had to cry a little.)

But hey, I should not just complain (even more): I have officially
Christmas break from school, work tonight was very nice, I look forward as a children on Christmas Eve to Christmas table on Saturday, tomorrow I will sew Christmas my dress (no, not from scratch, you're crazy, I just have to fix so it does not crease across the tits.), and my mom lend me money so I can afford a couple of beers in addition to the wine on Saturday, which means I probably manage to muster enough enkroninger to Sigg, too. Fantastic!

(and there sat the neighbor started with road wing / cutting / grinding again. Brilliant!)