Enter the Octogon...

I'm coming down with a cold and my head hurts so I can't think very well tonight.  I did, however, want to write a post since it's been a while and I really, really, really miss writing.  This post is dedicated to my Dryer.  Yes, I have a dryer that we bought 4 years ago, used, and apparently broken.  An electrician came to fix my $50 dryer (that repair cost me $125 four years ago) and told me, way back then, that my dryer wouldn't last a year and I should buy one from him.  I told him I'd take my chances and here we are, four years later.
Here's the thing about my dryer.  It really doesn't work that well, but works just well enough to get me to keep it around.  It also seems to eat socks.  Not all socks, mind you, but just one out of each pair.  For a while I thought I could outsmart the dryer by putting all of my sad little singleton socks on top of the dryer and waiting for it to spit out the other one at a later date, like a mama bird regurgitating food for it's young.  However, the dryer has held on to those mis-matched socks like Sami Brady holds on to a grudge (sorry-I feel really lousy tonight).  So, in honor of my hungry dryer, I give you this...