I don’t really understand why wet clean laundry is so unpleasant, since dry clean laundry is one of the nicest things known to domesticated humans, but there it is.
I am out of quarters, so my laundry is going to have to rely on open windows and march breezes for its pleasantness today. the fun thing about running out of clean clothes is that you get to wear things you normally wouldn’t, otherwise, so while my three weeks’ worth of dirtyness was spinning in the basement, I was cavorting about my room in shiny turquoise pants and a skimpy cotton tank top.
maybe not cavorting exactly, but whatever. now there is no room to move, because both beds and about half the floor are covered in clammy damp fabric. it’s like living inside a washing machine that finished its spin cycle an hour ago and has been waiting for the negligent launderer to come relieve it of its burden.
being a coin-op washing machine must suck. (r)