For the longest time I've needed some socks that weren't white and didn't have the words crew/athletic/moisture wicking in front of them, so I went to Target yesterday and picked up a few pairs of dress socks. I bought two brown pair and two black pair. I figure that should last me a week since Fridays I go super casual. I say super casual because most of the time I'm in a t-shirt/shirt and jeans anyway; I'm an engineer not a businessman. Well I was all happy with my purchase until I put on my socks this morning. The first thing I notice is the foot portion of the sock is abnormally long. In my mind I'm hoping my foot is also that long, so I put on the first sock with a little hesitation. I'm not even halfway to putting the sock on and the heel is up past my calf already. I continue pulling up the sock which eventually stops just below my knee. For a microsecond, yes I was counting, and yes my brain does that have that type of chronometric resolution, I didn't like it but my entire lower leg felt really warm and cozy. I've been having a problem lately where all my extremities are really cold so having a nice warm leg was a definite and welcome change to the norm. So I was happy with my sock apart from the heel which left a bit of fabric hanging from the back of my leg like that thing that hangs from the throat of a turkey. Once in a while my hand unconsciously slides behind my leg and fondles the fabric...not really.

So I have rehearsals all this week for a launch we're preparing for in February. We've had our initial rehearsals and our nominal rehearsals and now it's time for the down and dirty contingency rehearsals where all sorts of shit can go wrong. Ahhh yes, 3 days of scrutinizing and analyzing myriad bits of data trying to determine if that glitch in telemetry is really an anomaly or a problem with the sim. I am so not prepared.

I love lightly salted crunchy peanut butter. All others who disagree with me obviously have malformed or mutated taste buds. Yeah I'm talking to you. Punk.

Why must I covet that which I cannot have? The alure of the unobtainable and the chase that go hand in hand are intoxicatingly tantalizing.

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