This s getting old.
I am sick. I have freaking pneumonia. I live in freaking S t Petersburg Fla,where the "feels like " (WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN??) temperature is going to be in the 100's something, and I have had pneumonia for the last week.
So, anyhow, my week sucked, but I finally dragged my ass out to pay bills and stuff yesterday and by the time I got home, (1 1/2 hours later) I felt like I was truly at deaths door. I staggered into the coolth of airconditionng coughing big croupy tearing stabbing pain coughery, hot as HELL, dehydrated, collapsed on the couch, then realized I forgot to get quarters at the bank. I was even AT the bank.
This seems minor to you guys I am sure.
My problem with laundry is HUGE. HUGE I TELL YOU. THINK "CRITICAL MASS" and you'd be close to my laundry problem. It's at the point where I NEED to stagger down to the unairconditioned closet they call a laundry room and do something. (this room by the way, goes into the 200 degree area when its hot out, which is always) So now my problem is as follows.
I am sick and weak as a kitten.
I have no quarters
I have no clean clothes
The amount of trips necessary for me to catch up on my laundry will require vast amounts off quarters
I will have to go to the bank for the quarters
I will be too tired to do the laundry when I return from the bank
When I get to about the third trip to the laundry hellhole, I will, in fact, die.
So,
Based on all of the above, I think I will do one big load of underwear first. (Good thinking eh?)
Oh, and even if I did the goddamned laundry and survived, theres still foldage and hanging and stuff.
So, this proves there is no god. If there was, I'd have a washer and dryer.
On a lighter note, sigh.
Nevermind. If I don't croak, I'll be back...
So, anyhow, my week sucked, but I finally dragged my ass out to pay bills and stuff yesterday and by the time I got home, (1 1/2 hours later) I felt like I was truly at deaths door. I staggered into the coolth of airconditionng coughing big croupy tearing stabbing pain coughery, hot as HELL, dehydrated, collapsed on the couch, then realized I forgot to get quarters at the bank. I was even AT the bank.
This seems minor to you guys I am sure.
My problem with laundry is HUGE. HUGE I TELL YOU. THINK "CRITICAL MASS" and you'd be close to my laundry problem. It's at the point where I NEED to stagger down to the unairconditioned closet they call a laundry room and do something. (this room by the way, goes into the 200 degree area when its hot out, which is always) So now my problem is as follows.
I am sick and weak as a kitten.
I have no quarters
I have no clean clothes
The amount of trips necessary for me to catch up on my laundry will require vast amounts off quarters
I will have to go to the bank for the quarters
I will be too tired to do the laundry when I return from the bank
When I get to about the third trip to the laundry hellhole, I will, in fact, die.
So,
Based on all of the above, I think I will do one big load of underwear first. (Good thinking eh?)
Oh, and even if I did the goddamned laundry and survived, theres still foldage and hanging and stuff.
So, this proves there is no god. If there was, I'd have a washer and dryer.
On a lighter note, sigh.
Nevermind. If I don't croak, I'll be back...