There is nothing...

that can kill an evening like doing the laundry. As I have mentioned before, I hate laundry. HATE IT! I think it is the process. Since the machines here at the homestead suck ass, I have to sort and then pack the shit into the trunk. Then, I have to dive miles to go to the laundromat. Then, I have to fight for machines and dryer space. AND, of course, I wait until the last minute to do it. That means, I have shitloads. So, I spend much time at the laundromat watching it spin and spin and spin... and, I know it is never really that clean. AND, it never gets that dry. It would take mucho quarters to get everything perfect. Laundromats suck. Those machines get beat to death by assholes (such as myself) who also wait until the last minute to clean their wardrobe. Then, once the shit is finished, I have to stuff it in bags, take it home, fold and sort it. Hours and hours of my life GONE because society demands good hygiene. Yes, we must look "professional." Oh, how I hate looking "professional." My body actually rejects professionalism. I can never keep my shirt tucked in or my pants from being stained. Erggg.... It's so annoying. AND, when I am finished, there is no sense of satisfaction, because soon I have to go do it again. Endless, endless cycles of bullshit.

I think laundry can be a metaphor for life. I don't exactly know how to word that metaphor, but it is there... and it ends with "endless cycles of bullshit."

Now, I don't want to do anything that I really have to do... I have much to do, but laundry has soured my mood.

I hate laundry.