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2004-10-24 - 1:28 p.m.
sock
i wrote this yesterday but forgot to post it. that makes it another message from the past.
ok, so here we are at the sixtieth diaryland entry - if each was a year i would almost be at retirement age. i am not planning on quitting just yet but someday i will have to hang up my, um, fingers and retire to my mailing list in terms of writing. drawing pictures will undoubtedly last forever though. hooray for pictures.
anyway, even though i dreamt about being killed by something sharp for the second night in a row (first a pointy shoe then an indian spear) today started out pretty well, waking up to a pale blue sky and a cold breeze coming in through the window. it is the sort of thing that provokes nice, half formed memories of something or other. i don't know - it was still too early for proper brain functions, i think. normally my brain does not have to start ticking over until i get home from work at about 7:30 at night but since it is a saturday which equals no work it needed to be kick started early on with more cold winds and looking at internet pictures*.
ok, so i am a typical human who has to go outside for milk sometimes, so i ended up in the supermarket today. writing it like that makes it sound like i had an adventure on the way and then just stumbled in there but it is not true - i walked. i wandered around a bit to see if there were any people worth spying on but all i could find was a fat woman concentrating on reading cat food cans. i do not know whether she has a fussy cat or she was looking for something to eat herself but i do not think it is too hard to realise that cat food is more expensive than normal food - maybe she thought that for that price it must have ingredients that would be tasty for humans too.
i got the milk and also some nuts and cheap socks and things and took them to the checkout. i specifically tried to find the cashier who would be least likely to analyse my purchases and make comments about how it is amazing how milk gets from the cow into the carton so quickly these days or tells me about the fat content of nuts or something. i eventually found an indie girl cashier who would not care or even try to talk to me at all so i put my stuff on the conveyer belt. it was only then that i realised that there was milk all over the place - the carton had split open and leaked milk over everything except the socks. i felt sort of sorry for the indie girl who would maybe have to clear up the mess but there was no way i was going to hang around fetching more milk or arguing with the manager or anything so i just left money for the socks and went home.
anyway, the upshot is that i had no milk for stereotype english tea or anything but what i did have was a pair of socks. they were not too good as a direct substitute but i have seriously never been happier with a pair of socks in my entire life - if only i (or anyone else) had the language skills to describe their sock dna they would surely brighten up the whole internet. i ended up spending most of the day wandering around my home watching irregular black and grey sock stripes floating around under me. it is a lesson to be learnt - the secret of happiness is sock shaped (you just need to find the right sequence of sock toe stripes).
paul.
* there is always good stuff at explodingdog and devotedbee and toothpaste and biro-web and etc.
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