I am SUCH a glutton for punishment

As if I wasn't busy enough at work (I can't seem to keep my mouth shut when I see something that needs catalog type adjustments, I'm at 4 or 5 ongoing/long term inventory projects I think. Fuck) and busy enough in my fannish entanglements, I decided that I need to start a new pattern for cross-stitching. ::points at icon::

So now I will spend an unholy unhealthy number hours cleaning up the larger scan sharona1x2 so kindly shared. And then an equally horrifying number of hours adjusting the pattern stitch by fucking stitch.

I apparently hate myself.