~Out, damned spot! out, I say!

I'm doing laundry. Yes, it is worth a public service announcement to the world. Between my funky head and the fact that finding the washer empty happens about as often as fucking leap year, getting a couple of loads of laundry done is an event.

I think that I have more t-shirts, underwear, pillow cases and washcloths than most people do. I, sort of, have to. I'm big on not stinking and not having a broken out face. Not that my face doesn't break out anyway, and I'm sure that I do actually stink every now and again, but at least I try. Being stuck in my apartment most days saves on jeans and socks, which also saves money. $3 for a load of laundry. Doesn't seem right. Do you know how many beers that is?

The fact that I'm doing the laundry means that this is one of my better days. My session went well last night, and I even managed to scrape the fur off of my head yesterday. I can only hope that the good days keep coming. I like them. Yes, in the back of my mind is still the fear of the shift... it always comes... but, for now, I'm doing my best to take advantage of the more functional place I'm in. I, sort of, have to.


Did you know that "Schnozzle" is actually in the dictionary?

I'm so amused.