I have lost my fragile grip on reality

Remember when I said that after I finished my sockpal's socks that I would have nothing on the needles? I did get a couple comments and emails expressing shock and wonderment of what I was going to do about that problem. Well, the answer is, add to the problem and make plans for five projects all at once. Now, I'm a 2 maybe 3 project at one time knitter. Give me more, and I start getting twitchy. I begin to try to find ways to knit every spare moment because, well, all the projects need to feel a little love. When I don't get to a project, I feel a little uncomfortable like it's hanging over my head. I knew I was in trouble when I retrieved the three skeins of natural wool of the andes and started picking out Kool-Aid to dye it with. You see, my sockpal's socks were done, I was marking time between projects until something grabbed me but I needed to work with fiber. I decided to dye in my stew pot instead of the microwave as I had so much yarn to dye and I wanted it all to look like the same dye lot. Five packets of Strawberry and 5 packets of Grape later and I got this gorgeous yarn in shades of deep purple, lavender, magenta, red, and pink. I love it. It's the most successful Kool-Aid dyeing I've done to date. It's the reason I signed up for the Project Spectrum hand dyed sock yarn swap. Hey, I told you I lost my grip on reality! Anyway, back to my lovely dyed yarn. It needed a project. I know that I want to cast on another pair of socks (which I did immediately, I've been meaning to learn magic loop. Yes, I know the socks you see in the picture above don't have circs in them. They're DPNs. I've learned that one shouldn't learn a new skill when having a bad week). I want to make an lovely burnt orange Rogue for the April Project Spectrum. I have my yarn and needles all ready for the Mountain Stream Scarf. I have completed two of my four squares for the KTC Warm the World blanket and was halfway through the third. However, my Berry Fountain Soda yarn(as I've now started to call it) was crying out to be knit. I started a Clapotis. I've lost it people. I really have.