It's Really My Own Fault

Stockinette sleeves are essentially the definition of pablum knitting. 

Because I sometimes am awful at project planning, I now get to knit nothing but sleeves -- entirely in stockinette, and half of them in sport weight -- for the next few projects. 

Sleeves take forever to finish -- I think largely because they are super boring, and because I knit two at a time. Because they are boring, so I want to get them over with at one time. 

I find this an entirely appropriate natural consequence after jumping from sleeves (partially finished) to a new worsted weight sweater because I didn't want to take two-at-a-time sleeves on a plane, and then, the worsted knitted up so quickly, that I just jumped into the cabled front. Because it was more exciting. 

I own that this is a consequence of my making. 

But oh, this will not be fun. Or stimulating.