Let the madness... end

Ok, so this March thing is already over, and this whole saga of mine which I've barely explained is closer to being sorta over, though there'll still be bits of flotsam and jetsam left over for a while. I'm still aching, been cleaning and carrying a lot, and there's still some left to do, and still people to meet to sell stuff and still the main, and probably not final but final-ish meeting with the landlord people. So, it's not really over.

It's nice and sunshiny today though, and kinda warm so let's hope this April thing that's coming up gives us more of it.

It's an hour later than it is..

or at least it was early this morning some time.. I think. Or earlier depending on what part of the world you are if those parts of the world, or not at all, because not everyone does it, and not everyone does it now.

So we get an instant extra hour of daylight this evening, which should be nice but it's overcast and probably going to rain anyway, so what's to enjoy? Doesn't really matter, this weekend is pretty much a wash, and I have more unfortunate things to look forward to early in the week. Today will involve a lot of lifting, carrying, sorting and resorting and tomorrow will be more unpleasant meetings with important like landlord folk, having to explain missing keys and what to do with 02 boxes. And sweeping, and lifting, carrying, sorting, resorting and figuring out where to put stuff., what to do with the stuff that isn't claimed.

All this is really beginning to annoy me.

Aching..

Ouch! My lower right back, just above that side of my ass... is sore. Partly because I've been carrying heavy shit down from my old "office" to my home, inexpertly... and partly due to an adventure I had the other day.. I don't want to talk about it... fucking construction, fucking closed roads, public transport diversions, fucking rich fuck parts of Prague without any buses or trams or any way of knowing where you are fucking signs that say Letenské naměsti is that way WHEN IT'S NOT FUCKING THAT WAY! And fucking me and my fucking incompetence especially when I think I'm so clever that I'll go to Hradčanská on the metro because I "know" there are trams going where I need to from there...

grrrr..

so anyway.. I hurt. And I still need to move a shitload of stuff down from there again tomorrow.. ok, I have help from my friend with the car, but there will be shifting things up and down stairs. Fuck.. when will this be all over!!!!!!

It's getting late..

but it's still Thursday..

yeah I know nobody ever responds to this but whatevs..

capshun dis:



lolcatesque captions especially welcome

Wednesday - Doing this for no other reason than... it's been a long time..

I'm on brain drain this week, so I'm resorting to lazy blogging, which in my case is my dorky day o the week system. Wednesday is god day. I haven't done this for ages, but it's where I get a random bible verse and give it 3 different interpretations. I've had reasonable success with it, if by success you mean writing 3 incoherent translations of something of which I haven't got the foggiest clue as to the meaning of, which people sometimes, though not very many and not very often. So, here's the verse:

Hebrews 13:15: Through him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name.

and these are possible interpretations..

a) If you worship God and pray and be faithful and moral, be kind to people and tell them about Jesus and love everyone etc etc etc... all will be groovy and sunshine and unicorns will play on the clouds.. *sigh*

b) We will sacrifice all sinners to the LORD to prove we are HOLY, granted we don't usually put it this way but why do you think we treat so many people like the fags and bitches and all them foreign brown people like shit.. so we shall continue to SMITE those who do not follow the LORD.. and whether people are following the LORD sufficiently will be decided by us on every individual level.. let's just say some people get the benefit of the doubt more often than others.. not our fault, it's what the lord says.. take it up with Him.

c) hehe.. fruit, lips. It's funny. I swear. Get it?

ok so they're just a jumble of words. I didn't promise much.

WOTD - What the cutlery gets up to when you're not looking..

Word o' the day is,

spoonerism : The transposition of usually initial sounds in a pair of words.

A true gem, I don't know if I like the word or the definition better, some examples..

We all know what it is to have a half-warmed fish ["half-formed wish"] inside us.

A well-boiled icicle ["well-oiled bicycle"].

It is kisstomary to cuss ["customary to kiss"] the bride.

Is the bean dizzy ["dean busy"]?

*groans* you get the drift.. I suppose it's too much to ask for witty "spoonerisms" when the word itself is so amusing..

oh and if you're disappointed that it's not actually anything to do with cutlery (technically flatwear, cutlery refers to things that cut, eg knives /dorkout) well, I've got that too.

Relaxing.

For now. Sigh... it's never going to be over is it.

Dear Weather Gods

You know how ever since about a month ago when it stopped alternating between snowy/rainy & overcast and then just rained and rained, day after day, except for that one lovely day which was the day I went out of Prague and yesterday morning when the sun poked out for a couple of hours before I left the house?

Well it wasn't supposed to snow after that. Just sayin'.

Look, if you can't say anything clever..

Then keep your damn trap shut! Ok, before anyone rushes to accuse me of hypocrisy, I'm not talking about regular folk who bloviate with regularity and whom no one ever listens to.. no harm done there but being a slight annoyance, but if you're the pope for instance.. a person who, regardless of how much influence you should have over people (the answer is none, by the way) has, quite a lot actually, well, you need to be more responsible with the things you say.

For instance;

You can't resolve [the AIDS problem] with the distribution of condoms," the pope told reporters aboard the Alitalia plane heading to Yaounde. "On the contrary, it
increases the problem.

Ok now, remember, this is a serious subject, people are fucking dying.. a lot of people, people who listen to YOU pope.. do you even realize that? Do you even think about how shit like this practically affects people's lives? This isn't just some fucking vehicle for you to push your church's views on contraception.. it's about life and death! This shit matters!!! For fucks sake!

It's a bullshit statement. Yeah, yeah I get the church's stance.. and I'm aware of the claim that approving of condoms causes people to be more promiscuous which makes the problem worse.. more worse than not using condoms.. but I don't think anyone who isn't biased towards that conclusion believes it. It's illogical. And if you're going to throw out a remark like that, you need to explain much better than that why, and then provide evidence. Preferably with links.

I don't know whether he believes it or is just towing the Vatican line. Stupid or evil? And yeah I did partly write this just so I could put up a picture of the Pope hailing Satan. As he does.

I take it as an excuse to drink.

Hope all are having a fine day, and have a happy St Patrick's day, those of you who celebrate it. I won't be because I'm currently living through Yesterday. Part 2, the Retry. I gone to the airport and come back and so far there is no glitch that I know of. Now I just have to wait for the landlord people for "the meeting".

I wish it was tomorrow.

And the saga still continues..

This time yesterday I was looking forward to this time, I would be relaxing, peacefully. I won't go into too many details about what the saga entails, but I was meant to say goodbye to a friend today, who is leaving after many years, who'll I'll miss but I want to get this over with so I can move on with things, and then have a meeting with some ex landlord people which I want to be well and truly over.

I was hungover this morning after the mandatory sendoff. Our friend drove us, and was to come back later so I'd have a lift home. We were there early so we hung around. Ate and drank, walked around. We were having a beer when his flight was called, and I guess still when the everyone was boarded. When the last call showed up he went to the gate so we did the big goodbye thing. I walked off.

My meeting had been bumped up half an hour, but I still had time to get back, I waited for my friend. Waited, waited.. waited. I send him a message and he called saying he thought I wasn't going with him and he'd already driven off.. so I walked up to the bus stop just as a bus was leaving..

anyway.. I got the next bus and it looked like I would get back just in time. Road on the bus, then the metro.. I got a phone call while I was in there but I couldn't here anything.

Shit this is getting long.. well to cut a long story short, he missed his flight. I missed my appointment, so we need to do both again tomorrow. This is getting really fucking annoying. And I'm tired.

A bit more detail..

Unless anyone is still listening.

I went snowboarding yesterday, for the first time ever. I got up at 5am, got ready and our friend drove us up to the north of the country where there are mountains with a couple of other dudes that were going along to ski.

I took lots of photos on the way. I didn't take my camera with me to the slopes but Erik had his on him, which I manage to get out of his clutches and used more than he did, a fact that might not be so interesting, but is somewhat relevent when speaking of me.

So, he taught me a few moves, as he knows this snowboarding jazz a bit, having worked a season at a ski resort, but I couldn't grasp it. Actually I couldn't stand up on the fucking thing. After a while I managed to stay up for a second but fell on my ass as soon as I tried to move. I kept at it and managed to slide down the hill half getting up but falling back over immediately.

I had a rest while he went up onto the big slope, and I nicked the camera from him and took a bunch of photos, then we went to meet our friends at the lift at 10:00. They never showed up, so I went back up to the tiny beginner's slope, but an even flatter bit. Then I managed to get how to do it, and I kept improving and moving up the hill just slightly every time. After about an hour I mastered the tiny slope, and the very small but not as tiny slope.

Then we went home. The end.

No, then Erik went up to go down the big people's slope again, and I stayed with the cam to get some photos of the hotshots coming over jump, I succeeded a couple of times in getting a decent shots.

At 12 we met for lunch. Me and Erik anyway, we waited and waited at the cafe/bar/lodge thing at the bottom of the hill, and they didn't show up. He called the driver a couple of times but he had his phone off. So we waited. No one showed up but finally he got through to him, and told us he was back at the car, and the other dudes were waiting for us at the ski rental place.

So we trudged off, not really remembering where it was but knowing the general direction. We got held up by cars stuck in the snow but were there in reasonable time. They were gone, and the rental dude told us our "friends" had just left 2 minutes before.

Now we just had to find the car. This one was more difficult, we walked through town, across the bridge, back again then called again. We were told vaguely where the car was and then wandered around aimlessly some more before finding it. Of course, they whined at us for taking so long.

We drove back, stopping for lunch, where most of us had duck. It was pretty good.

That's about it.

Yawn

I got up at 5am this morning, 5am!!! My limbs hurt, and my ass. The skin on my hands and feet are kinda thawed out cracked skinned sore.

Yawn...

WOTD dammit this is going too far...

Damn.. I'm a dork.. I've already done this once this week, on the wrong day and it's the wrong day again and no one ever pays attention to these non-posts anyway but..

ululate: to howl to wail

*insert smiley of me laughing my head off*

What? What do you mean it's not worth an entire blog post? It's brilliant!

UL-yuh-layt; YOOL-\, intransitive verb:
To howl, as a dog or a wolf; to wail; as, ululating jackals.

It just gets better,

He had often dreamed of his grieving family visiting his grave, ululating as only the relatives of martyrs may.
-- Edward Shirley, Know Thine Enemy: A Spy's Journey into Revolutionary Iran

man that's some intense stuff.

I will stop now.

Freedom comes from within.. the spinny bit..

It was International Women's Day on the weekend, which I totally blew off.. something to do with boozing.. shameful, I know. But some people do care about women.. especially our good friends the Catholics.. who, or at least some of whom weren't too drunk at the time to observe it. They tell us, that it's not the contraceptive pill, or working outside the home that liberated us.. but the washing machine:

"In the 20th century, what contributed most to the emancipation of western
women?" asked the editorial.
"The debate is still open. Some say it was the
pill, others the liberalisation of abortion, or being able to work outside the
home. Others go even further: the washing machine."

Ok, 2 major points about this. The first one is that there is some truth in it. The second point is, that it's utter bullshit.

There is truth in it because obvs. technology and all the gadgets it's brought us, has saved us all a lot of time, it's changed the world, the lives of people everywhere, it's changed the way we work and class systems and all that etc etc etc.

It's bullshit for a lot of reasons. Some women might spend less time doing housework, some might do more, but even if every single woman in the world spends less time on these things, if you control for the differences world wide that have come about because of technology, the differences are either nil, or are in reverse, eg the stereotypical 1950s higher standards of cleanliness that came about because of all of these things.. and if you don't take into consideration the way technological differences have changed our lives over all, well, you just can't compare it because life is just different. So there.. I mean, a middle class Western woman of the 1850s most likely did no, or little physical housework, certainly not more than we would today because she had servants.. people just did then, and we wouldn't consider those women more liberated than modern women because of the society they lived in. Just an example.

It's also bullshit for the reason that it obviously accepts that fact that women do and should do all the washing, which is a fucking copout, and the very antithesis of liberated. And when you compare the washing machine's impact on women's lives, with the ability and right to control her own fertility, and what the article calls "working outside the home" and what I'll call the right and opportunity to enter a wider variety of professions, then it's outrageous bullshit. The fertility thing is pretty much a no brainer, and I think it's clear why the Catholic Church brought this one up, and downplayed the huge benefits that the pill has brought women. I don't think you can point to any one thing that is the biggest liberator of women in the 20th century, but the pill would definitely be equal first, a position that the washing machine most certainly does not share.

Working, having careers, I consider that point as part of a larger idea that women are more than just wives and mothers, who are full human beings capable of doing much more, who are independent human beings who desrve full rights, ie feminism.. and if you compare all that's been done by feminists during that time well.. you can probably guess that the little old washing machine isn't faring well in this competition.

Oh goodness I've rambled on again.. but in short, I think that you can believe that the washing machine is the biggest thing that came out of the 20th century to liberate women, more than the right to vote, the right to abortion, to study, to travel unchaperoned in a lot of places etc etc, if you believe that women are, and are always going to be a wives and mothers, of as many children as god gives them, who's main job it is to take care of the washing, and by extension all the other stuff in the household.. a view that isn't surprising coming from a spokesperson for the Catholic Church, but not one that is in any way liberating.

And to finish off, as if I haven't said enough, the main thing in all this is. The people who get to decide what is liberating for women are people who are pro liberation for women, mostly women themselves who have lived it. You don't get a say if you're not pro women's liberation, and most definitely do not if you are actively, enthusiastically, against liberation for women. You know.. like, guess who...

Quick hit/Word o the day on the wrong day..

pedestian: walker, also unimaginative

I don't know why I just think that's hilarious. Convinced I'm a dork already?

Happy March

Yeah, I know it's hardly new.. whatever. Hope yours has been good, but personally if I were to judge March by this year so far, in the place that I am, I would say it rains a lot. Every day in fact. S'true. And other things I won't go into at the moment, or ever actually but that it spins your life into turmoil. Though it starts in February.

Yeah, I have a few problems, it's more that there are some changes and I'm not sure what I'm going to be doing about it because the abrupt change seems to be taking it's time, and I won't be sure until I get it over with. See that clever oxymoron I slipped in there... ha.. I'm so Austen-esque and clever. So anyway it's not fair to talk about there being huge things going on when you're not going to spill the proverbial beans, so all I'll say is that it isn't that bad, it's just as I said before a change and I'm not 100% on top of when and what is happening, so I'm a bit up in the air.

Oh and blogger seems to be a bit tits up at the moment, the blogs aren't showing up on my yahoo and when I clicked New Post the first time just now, I got some message saying that there was a conflict of some sort, it worked the second time, but still.

So how's your day, weekend, March.. er.. life. Anything.. throw me a frickin bone here...

Weekend Food Appreciation

A bit of gastro blogging for once.. is that a term? Whatever, I just made if up if it isn't. My brother recently emailed me this list after observing that I am partial to, or at least not entirely against partaking in the consumption of stinky cheese.

The Top Foods People Love or Hate

Certain foods are as polarizing as hometown sports teams and politics. Here at Serious Eats, we've put together a list of eleven love-or-hate foods. If you love them, be proud. We've included a recipe highlighting each controversial flavor.

1. White Chocolate: The "chocolate" part trips people up. It's really just a sweet confection (no cocoa involved). Moving on from terminology, when good, it's creamy and vanilla-y, but like "normal" chocolate, when bad, it's just waxy calories.
Recipe for white chocolate bark with fresh mint, almonds, and dried berries

2. Cilantro: Soapy, rotten, or just plain vile are popular complaints from cilantro haters. Did you know Julia Child hated the leafy herb? But behavioral neuroscientists would argue that America's food darling had no control. It's all about genetics. Studies have linked liking cilantro to being able to detect the "pleasing" chemicals in the leaf.
Recipe for white beans and cilantro

3. Eggplant: For some, it's an old purple sponge and others, the soft-firm texture is what makes a veggie sandwich or an Italian pasta dish. Raw is never good, but fried, grilled, or roasted (always doused with gobs of olive oil), eggplant deserves another chance. Or, the vegetarian sponge will always make you nauseous -- and the roof of your mouth mysteriously itch.
Recipe for eggplant lamb lavash wrap

4. Coconut: The smell in shampoo and sunblock is one thing. But the sawdust-like shreds of real coconut can mean chewing and chewing forever until you eventually swallow the darn lump. Sprinkled on pies, cakes, and chicken, coconut either adds a mild tropical zing or a vile, never-ending chewing party. That's when it comes out that a lot of coconut haters don't even know about young fresh coconut which is as soft as a Hawaiian baby's bottom.
Recipe for coconut domes

5. Tomato: This one really comes down to texture. Slimy and gritty is never good for the tomato world. The cooked, soft version brings in a few fans. Others are only in it for the vine-picked version during their peak season in August (cut to romantic images of Italian countrysides). Others can only bear them on pizza or completely masked inside ketchup.
Recipe for marinated tomatoes with linguine

6. Anchovies: Cat food or human food? A small whiff can make you seasick or have you loading them on pizza and Caesar salads. Whether fresh or in flat metal cans, the salty little fish has some so obsessed, they'll eat the bones.
Recipe for roasted sardines with bread crumbs, garlic, and mint

7. Black licorice: Even the red licorice-tolerant may draw the line here. Black licorice gum, jelly beans, tea, Good n' Plentys, and Jägermeister—get it out. Along with any herb, like anise or fennel, that resembles the flavor. Out. Lovers say it's an acquired taste, but I think the little kids have it straight here. Not a real candy.
Recipe for baked fennel with prosciutto

8. Stinky cheeses: If this smell came from something else (a shoe or dog), I might take issue, but knowing it's from a dairy gob, growing moldy in a controlled environment, I'm fine with the pungent aroma. When others sniff Gorgonzola or Roquefort, they're convinced that feet or laundry were actually involved.
Recipe for tortellini with Gorgonzola cream sauce

9. Mayo: Whether Hellmann's or even Miracle Whip, does the creamy off-white slime strip the taste off food or magically make anything better? Haters have been told to try it homemade, but for many, this won't make a tuna or egg salad look any less scary.
Recipe for avocado mayonnaise

10. Bell Pepper: To some, all those colorful strips are a mouthful of crisp freshness. To others, they're the backseat driver of vegetables. On a pizza or in pasta, they're supposed to be one of many veggie passengers, but no. The bell pepper's always got to be the loud guy telling your taste buds where to go -- and green, he's the loudest. Green is actually unripened, picked from the vine before its more sweet (and edible) brethren.
Recipe for angel hair pasta with red pepper pesto and basil

11. Beets: Despite all my white T-shirts you have stained purple, I still love you, beets. People fear you from an early age, but roasted or pickled, you take on a whole new form. The other camp thinks that the beet smell is such a toss-up between ick and gross and that the beet taste is so much like a metallic vitamin that it's just not meant to be.
Recipe for roasted beet salad

Obviously it's personalized to the tastes of whoever wrote it. I agree about the strong cheese strangely enough, and am quite partial to eggplant, peppers and mayo, but the others I don't really feel one way or the other about.. except for anchovies, but I'm not a fish person in general so it's moot. It's funny that even one's idea of things people either love it or hate isn't exactly universal, but differs according to the person. The last time my mother was here in Prague we were in a pub/restaurant, and my then boyfriend had something with the herb dill in it, and she had this huge reaction of disgust from smelling it, and then claimed it's one of those things everyone feels strongly about, when neither of us had noticed a thing.

If I was to do the list, it would definitely have broccoli on it. I personally love broccoli, and know a lot of people who really like it, but those who don't really don't. Everyone who I've heard have an opinion on broccoli had had a strong one, including the 41st President of the United States, one on the "no" list, who could have just used his considerable power to silently opt out of eating it, but instead chose to make a big bratty song and dance about it.

I don't really get it, it seems like a pretty innocuous vegetable, and if people don't like it, I'd expect more of a meh.. not my thing. Then again perhaps it's just one of the vegetable group for those people who don't like veggies at all, something I understand even less.

Another interesting example is cauliflower. You'd think it's neither here nor there, but our cat hates it. You put it anywhere near her and as soon as she smells it she literally flinches, but if you put really strong stuff like chillies, garlic or onions near her, she sniffs it and then moves on disinterestedly. I know we're mainly talking about humans her, but still.. it's weird.

And they get it wrong, again!

I'm not interested in discussing whether this new Vanity Fair cover, which parodies a cover from 3 years ago is funny, or an effective joke or not. I'm not interested in whether it mocks the beauty standards that women have to deal with, and the relative way that famous men are treated to the way famous women are. Not interested. What I want is skin.

First of all, the body suits. They are an abomiation, utterly horrid. These men should be nude. Completely naked, disrobed, in their birthday suits, starkers, have no clothes on! Get it! Jeez..

Oh, and when I say these men? No, the men in the photo are, how shall I say.. not prime physical specimens. I want men who are hot, with perfect lean but toned bodies, men who were plucked out from the masses for their naturally perfect physical forms and who then worked on them goddammit! I want to see evidence of pain, daily workouts, waxing, plucking, strict diet regimens, and then I want all the remaining imperfections to be airbrushed out. Imperfections! Ew.. I don't want to see those, they're like, ick!

And finally, I don't want any goofy faux sexy "isn't this funny, it's so ridiculous that we're acting like we're here to be objectified guffaw guffaw".. no. I want real sexy poses, like they mean it. I want a vacant "I'm here solely for your titilation and I accept and submit to it" looks. And then, when the photos receive a lot of attention, it will be because we like looking at hot naked men, and not in a "haha, isn't that weird and fish out of water like" bullshit. It will be accepted as the way it should be.

Then, and only then will I be satisfied. Work on it please.

Oh why me.. why do you make me read these things?

Oh the dilemma of being a genius who's too lazy to collect her complex thoughts and place them in a far reaching medium in a generally understood way. Add to that a heaping lack of self esteem (yes I get the irony) and you've got me. I would write something complex about Germaine Greer's recent claim that women just aren't as funny as men, but I won't. Or maybe by the end of this post there will be enough words involved to make it seem complex. At this point I don't know.

This is coming from the woman who's couple of minutes in Extras was about the funniest thing in the whole series, apart from Kate Winslet's appearance, which might say something about what I think of the idea she espouses (I believe that's the first time I've ever used that word in a blog, come to think of it, amazing, it's so the sort of word I'd use) that women aren't as.. etc etc etc.

The article has some points, though of course the overall point is bullshit. Ms Greer poo poos the idea that misogyny is the reason that there are less female comedians overall, which is rather ridiculous coming from someone who knows something about this "feminism" jazz. Pretty much anyone with a cursory understanding can realize that it is the reason, and it's pervasive enough to explain the disparity. She thinks it isn't that because women think men are funnier too, such a simplistic idea that it makes me wonder what she's been doing all these years. That women in a patriarchal society, which tells us that men are smarter, stronger, funnier, more important etc.. think what we've been think, same as the men in the same society do.. does not mean that society isn't that way. I hope that comes out the way I undestand it to mean.. I am rambling here, but anyone who's familiar with feminism 101, as we would expect Greer to be, should get it, even if I didn't say it very well.

I think there are a lot of reasons that fewer women go into comedy, or stay in comedy, or indeed are a success in comedy, including things like being more likely to be judged harshly for being a woman, and then having her "failure" seen to represent women comediens as a whole, not suggesting that everyone doesn't have a hard time in comedy, but it gets taken up a notch if you're a women, I reckon. And I'm not gonna provide reasons for it now, I'm just gonna reckon, I'd say more if it were the complex version, but this is a ramble.

There are some not completely bullshit points there, about the different ways men and women (stereotypically) interact, and why it makes men (seem to be to our society) funnier than women. There is some truth in it, but even then it's buying into the idea that a particular male centred form of comedy that men (seem to) prefer is the same as "comedy". It's all about stand up comedy and jokes with a punchline, and I like to think there's more to the world of hilarity than that shit. Of course, throwing this aburd claim into her article doesn't help her argument:

Women famously cannot learn jokes. If they try, they invariably bugger up the
punchline.

I mean, what the fuck? Actually, I take that back, I wouldn't know, I don't really know too many people who can tell jokes well, and if they do they're probably those annoying, unfunny people who think telling jokes makes you a funny guy. Newsflash: Jokes with a punchline are crap! See, I have a more finely tuned sense of humour than the brash loud alpha male who's the only one to laugh after every line he says. So there!

Not sure how to wrap this up. So I won't.

Tuesday Stupid Questions Nobody Ever Asks #4 - The neither stupid or never edition.

Actually the question is edging towards dumb territory, but it is quite an oft asked query.

Where did all the socks go?

I would explain it in more detail, but you know what I mean, sockwearers of the world know, because you have experienced it. The exodus of the socks is a universal problem, so YOU KNOW!

Well, unless you don't wear socks. And especially if you live in a part of the world in which socks aren't typically worn, or indeed where people barely wear shoes let alone socks, due to climate, or poverty. Or if you're a woman who always wears stockings and high heels.

Ok, let's just say it's widespread. Still, the chances you know what I'm talking about is high. You wash your socks, you sort them out, pairing them up, and always, literally always there are some left over. You wait until another wash is done and the socks out of that load just don't match the ones that are odd, and there are MORE ODD SOCKS AMONGST THEM!

This is what happens to me anyway. I have like 7 socks that don't match any other socks, and I stupidly keep them around thinking the others will show up sometime, but every time new socks come off the dryer perhaps only one matches one of the other odd socks, and another 3 turn out to be odd, creating more odd socks.

I have a sock drawer "literally" stuffed to the gills, but I still have to rifle through it every day to find suitable socks to wear, because I just don't have enough of them!

If anyone has an answer to this question I would greatly appreciate it.

Blah

I'm not feeling well today. I drank too much yesterday. I'm obviously well enough to sit up and type now, but earlier I was just... blah.

Friday night was ok, the music was nice, it was a bit long bla bla bla. I was going to write about it in more detail yesterday but I was drunk instead.

I never learn. I know how drinking like this affects me and when I'm like this I fee like I'm never going to want to drink again, but I get over that, so I have a drink, and after having a drink I think it's a good idea to have another one, then I rapidly follow it with another, when I get it into my head that I would like to have yet another. And so on. It never turns out well.