on the other hand, my towels getting a little crusty and the only crust i like in the morning is a nice toasted piece of whole wheat bread. and on closer inspection, my bedsheets had become somewhat wrought with the signs of nocturnal drooling -- now of course, when i need to, i can stop, but when i'm in my own bed in my own place, why bother? these articles all being in the blue to purple range made a fine load, so i went ahead and threw in some tee shirts and such to round it all out.
now i should point out that laundry is typically a more retrospective experience for me -- inspecting my clothing usually leads me down the path of memories of months past. "what the hell is this stuff on the sleeve... ? ah yes, general tso, my old nemesis... we meet again!" -- but having done laundry as recently as last month, it would have been silly, as i remark above, to wash most of my clothes and linens.
once i had everything in my laundry bag, i headed downstairs to see about the laundry room. wouldn't you know, it was all full! not a machine open and what's more, a little chinese lady (who i in no way wish to associate with laundry) was fixing to do yet more of her own laundry when the machines opened. this was about sixish when the event was slated to begin. not discouraged, however, i made my way back up to my place where i bided my time, waiting for the moment to pounce.
by about seven thirty, i was sure the time was right. making my way down again, i found, to my astonishment, that the place was still booked solid! what was going on here?? back up i went!
at seven fifty, i gave it another try, but no luck this time either. trying to figure out what the hell was going on, i asked a fellow tenant "what the dilly, yo?" to which he replied, "well, it's laundry day!" and i was all like, "whatchu talkin' 'bout, willis?" "there's the website and it's having a laundry day thing," he explained. how about that, i thought. "what like some kind of livejournal thing?" i asked, knowingly. "no, there's this guy rmg on a blog and it's rmg's laundry day, so everybody's doing their laundry!" -- to which i replied "damn, what a bunch of weirdos."
so then, 'round about eight twenty, i got my stuff safely in a washer and washed that shit. i went back up and checked out the virtual flood of diaries from fellow husiers, all of them full of enthusiasm for laundry and laundry day -- it, like a nice freshly laundered towel, was heart warming.
about an hour later, i go down and some god damned son of a bitch threw my laundry out of the machine and onto one of the dryers. there were some dryers occupied with already dried clothes, but bein' that i ain't no god damned son of a bitch, i decided against displacing them and went back upstairs for a few minutes. when i came back, the dry clothes were gone so i cleaned off the lint thing (the best part of doing laundry) and threw my stuff on in!
after about another hour of hanging around, i went back, got them out -- cleaned the lint thing again (sweet!) -- and enjoyed their warmth as i shoved them back in my laundry bag. one last ride up the elevator and my laundry odyssey was complete!
i hope you've enjoyed this little slice of life. this is the kind of thing that helps us find out a little bit about each other behind the mask of online anonymity. see you next time, everybody!
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