watching expired appliances align

This is the space where I pretend to write something transcendent about socks.
This is the space where I mention Satan�s Laundromat.
This is the space where I comment about how I can never spell laundromat and I don�t know the word�s derivation.
This is the space where I get indignant about my socks never matching.
This is the space where I get overly descriptive about the "feel" of my boots with the unmatched socks.
This is the space where you roll your eyes and wonder what I�ve been smoking.
This is the space where I apologize that the focus of the last three months of my life has been about the quest for sneakers when it really should�ve been a thirty minute trip to Macy�s to buy new black socks (and maybe one dark grey pair).
This is the space where I act all sheepish about caring so much about those gosh-darn socks.
This is the space where you shake your head and stop reading.