alien invasion sensation

i got an amazing amount of stuff done last night. i’m really quite pleased. now, i just have to get through this workday and then everything’ll be golden. god, i hate it when work interrupts the good stuff in life!
so, i’ve had this sore foot on and off for a couple of weeks, right? and because i’m that stubborn person who never goes to the doctor, i’m all about trying to find a cure myself. well, i bought myself some of those dr. scholl’s “massaging gel” inserts for my shoes, thinking that maybe my foot needed a daily dose of massage.
i put them in my work shoes this morning and all i have to say after a brief commute to and from the car is that they feel like i’m walking on octopi. every step has a strange and slithery, yet highly resiliant squish factor. i’m sure i’ll get used to it, and eventually enjoy it, but for right now it’s pretty disturbing.
you know what it reminds me of? french kissing. remember the first time someone slipped their tongue into your mouth? it was all soft and wet and it felt totally other-worldly, like “holy crap, there’s an alien trying to invade my mouth!” but then you got used to it and even got to like it. next thing you know, you’re snogging anyone you can find because, heck, you love that alien invasion sensation.