Irrelevant Cheetah

I told myself I wouldn’t post about it.

I told myself it was petty.

I told myself that suffering in silence is manly.

But I can be silent no longer.

The elastic on my right sock is totally shot, and the feeling of a loose sock flopping around my ankle is driving me f***ing INSANE. I keep reaching down to pull it up, and that wrecks the elastic further, and thus the vicious cycle continues. I may soon be able to pull my sock over my head like a blanket and hide from the world.

Okay, I posted it.

No, I still don’t feel better.

Damn sock.