The happy place

Today we got the new filters for our vacuum cleaner so all in all, this Monday was a big hit.

however

I’ve got no pants without holes in them. One pair of jeans has got a very big hole in the crotch and that’s very risky because many of my underpants do too. I’ve got one pair of stretch jeans which have a hole in one knee and that’s preferable to crotch holes, but since summer is a few months away still, I shall have to bite the sour apple and buy a new pair. I don’t like that. Buying clothes feels like dying inside a bit.

There’s this quote in one Clive Barker book about dying inside (from Abarat books which I don’t really like; I like Weaveworld, Books of blood (all of them), the great and secret show, etc. but not Abarat.) But this is a great quote nonetheless:

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

Indeed it is so.

And I’ll check the Internet now for jeans.