sarcasm always wins out in the end

i. Last night, idyll linked me to Sock Dreams. I stayed up till three in the morning ordering new socks. Fifty dollars worth of new socks.

I may have a sock problem.

ii. The new REM album is out and is wonderful. I'd upload some songs but for some reason my computer refuses to acknowledge the existence of REM files. It's well worth buying, though.

iii. I had a weird Torchwood dream the other day. I was part of a group that was being trained as Torchwood operatives, spies and whatnot, and all the team was there as well as other people - maybe ten or so overall. We'd been doing this since we were teenagers, and were now in our late twenties (*coughageanxietycough*), and some of us were working in the Hub, some, like me, were deployed elsewhere. I had been called back to Jack's office about an anonymous interview someone had done ten years earlier about Jack's sexual harassment policies, and he was trying to figure out if I had been the one to do it. In the dream, I knew that I had done it, and knew that it was because he had been a dickhead that day and I'd been annoyed, and also that it was a harmless thing - annoying to him, but without damaging consequences. I didn't admit to doing it, though, but I did smirk and call him a dickhead. Which, apparently, was something I did a lot in this world. My TW issues, let me show you them.

He was about to discipline me when I woke up (I was about to call Ianto and have him discipline Jack instead). Most strange.

In conclusions, socks?