Sockless and Free Cattle

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  I did my laundry and I did something cool last week.  I never wore white socks.  Not once.  I wore my fucking awesome work socks and that was it.  I found the best work socks that humanity has ever constructed.  They're charcoal grey (pretty dark) with blue/green/white argyle things on the side.  I bought a bunch of them so I could wear them all the time.  So, getting back to the white socks...never wore them last week.  Whenever I got home from work, I would change my pants into shorts through a series of intricate magic spells and just sit around barefoot.  Oh yeah!  I almost forgot about this too!  I didn't wear socks all weekend!  I never even put my goddam shoes on!  The whole weekend!  I just danced around barefoot to imaginary songs in my head.  And now for something completely different.  I wonder how the newborn gastrointestinal tract works.  Like, when you first put some food into your kid, isn't it sorta like a test run to make sure it all works right?  That's weird.  Imagine that.  Trying out the new GI for the first time.  They don't use that thing when they're in the womb I think.  I bet all their innards are really tiny too.  I wonder if they're digestive juices are like super powerful because they've never been used.  It's pretty nice that those stomach acids can digest other animials but not our own stomach.  That would be trouble.  I think I would like to see someone drink a glass of newborn stomach acid.  It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.