Stranded in Sleeve Hell

I love knitting sweaters, I really do. I love the whole shaping and measuring and making a sweater shaped piece of fabric out of string thing. There is only one part of the sweater I hate. The unending sleeves. First of all, most sleeves are an uninteresting tube thingy that starts small and gets bigger. No real creativity or vision needed. (This from the woman blindly following the pattern.) And the whole start small and get bigger thing. What's up with that? Every single boring row is longer than the last boring row. By the time you're shaping the sleeve cap you just want to scramble your own brain with your needles. This is why I will never knit a point up shawl pattern. Well, I might. The fun lacy stuff might help. The sleeve in question, however, does nothing to keep my attention. Plain old 2x3 ribbing all the way up. And when I finish this one, I get to do it all over again. Yippee. Excuse me while I make enough room in the garage for my still running car. And for those of you who see the obvious solution here is to alter all my sweater patterns to be sleeveless, um, no. I have granny bat-flaps. I would rather not have the danger of knocking someone out or taking flight as they jiggle and sway around. Not pretty. So, anyway, I'm done with the amazing body of the sweater we are all imagining (what, you thought I'd actually have pictures today? Hah.) and I'm knitting the first sleeve. Stay tuned to find out which is finished first, the sleeve, my trusty bottle of red wine, or my ever weakening hold on sanity.