There is a game that I love playing every night. It is a mindless game and that's partly the reason I haven't given it a name, yet. I always lose in this game. Which is sad because I invented it. The main rule of the game is that I try to stay as long as I can without wearing socks. That sounds like a silly game. But here is the thing: my hands and feet are usually very cold. The reason is because of poor circulation but I tell myself and whoever asks it's because I have a warm heart (whatever that means). I can't fall asleep until my feet are warm enough. And to speed up this warming process, I wear socks. Except that I don't like speeding up that process. There are just so many books that I need to read with so little time. And so I read until I can't and I am forced to wear the damn socks because I am too exhausted to stay awake.
The title of this post is from the song Common People by Pulp.
