Okay, universe, I see that you are telling me I have no business going to the Sock Summit. After all, I'm on a yarn diet. I've got plenty of knitting books. I could practically open a shop with my magazine collection.
Perhaps it's completely wrong of me to be so angry, but you know, I wanted one. measly. class.
So now I shall have to take the mature road and pretend it's just not happening at all.