Thursday, 08 March 2012
I hate laundry.
I also hate doing laundry at this particular laundromat. It's a nice laundromat, and reasonably priced, but it's on the outskirts of what I've been told is not the nicest town in the county, and it shows, because a lot of the people who come to this laundromat are...to use a technical term, "ghetto."
Tuesday through Thursday they have double load washers for only .99, not that it matters because you cannot get a double load washer. There was a line waiting for every one, and the people using the washers had to stand next to them to make sure some cheap @*#& didn't pull out their clothes and dump it on the floor rather than wait two minutes for them to unload. again.
So I used the triple load washer instead, which cost a whopping $3.05 a load, but I managed to get all my wash washed in only two loads. (This is more laundry than I usually do, I was trying to wash some stuff that I intend to pack in a short while) The dryers are .30, but that .30 cents only gets you 8 minutes, so you have to spent at least .60 if not .90 cents to dry any reasonable amount of stuff. Then there comes the folding, because if I don't fold at the laundromat, I sure ain't folding when I get home.
There are two levels of dryers, one that's at a reasonable height and one that's down on the ground. There was one lady there (who reminded me a little of the New Person Clueless One by her expression) who put in one load at one of the reasonably-high ones and then walked around the whole perimeter of dryers looking for a second one at that level, walking past a dozen or two ground-level washers. She even stopped to ask an old man who had stopped directly in front of a waist-high dryer to ask him if he was going to use it (he obviously was). Finally she was forced to use the empty dryer under the dryer she was using. again!
But anyway, I washed a tonnage of laundry. Before I did that, I went to the doctor and discovered that I am still not dying, my blood pressure is slightly lower, and I've lost, like, two pounds since December. I told the doc about the iPhone app that I've been using to count calories, and she said that was a good program. She also said that I should try to go to the gym more than once a week, which I'm working on. I was going to go today, except that it's so beautiful out (70 degrees!!!!) that I think I'm going to take a walk around the complex instead. After I rest a bit and then take a shower, because I smell like laundromats and sweat now.
In packing news, I've packed up 99.99% of my books, aside from a few stragglers that may be in the bedroom and my music books which are lying on the floor over there. I've decided to getrid of some of my Norton Anthology Literature books from college because A) they are REALLY HEAVY and B) I haven't opened them since graduating. I AM keeping one or two of the World Lit ones, but another 7 of them are going to get tossed. I think I'll bring them to my mom's and she can recycle them or maybe she knows of someone who would want them. I'd look into selling them online or something, but they're older editions, so I doubt any college students would want them, and it's also March, so it's not a time of the year in which college students buy books anyway. Also, selling them on the interwebs will take time, and I've only got a few weeks until moving day. Yay.
I have a ton of boxes now, too. I mentioned to Coworker Carlo that I needed some boxes for packing, so on Tuesday afternoon he said to me, "Come down to the mailroom, they've always got boxes." So down we went. I got four or five of those boxes that paper comes in, which are a good size and have lids. Also, they had just opened about a trillion boxes of Cinnamon Bread, which they were planning to give us all the next day. Those are a little smaller, but still a good size, although they still have a faint cinnamon scent in them. We STUFFED my car. There was a stack in the passenger seat, two in the back seat, and another in the trunk. I took most of them inside that same night just because it was hard to see out my windows to turn or anything.
They gave us the Cinnamon Bread last night at work, by the way. They had Cinnamon, Cinnamon Raisin, and Cinnamon Apple. I happened to know the guy passing them out and when he got to me he asked which one I wanted, raisin or apple, and since I don't like raisin I took apple. They smelled SUPER cinnamon-y even in their wrappers. I think I'll have a piece tomorrow for breakfast, toasted with a bit of butter or something, and then I'll give the rest to my mother since it's not likely I'll use it all before it expires. Even if it's the best bread EVER I probably won't buy it regularly since it's like over $4 a loaf.
What else, what else? Tomorrow I have to work again, sigh, and I haven't decided whether I'll be good tomorrow and go to the gym or I'll do my usual Friday Evening routine and write at Starbucks. Probably Starbucks, because writing is also good for me, and also my back is a bit sore lately. Saturday I have a hair appointment at 11 AM...the first time in probably 6 months I've gotten my hair cut...and then mom said she wants to go to Trader Joe's for some reason. We happened to be talking about it last week for some reason and we were discussing how we haven't been in one in ages. There's one closer to me, but I haven't been in it in ages. So last week, she said, "Come early and we'll go to Trader Joe's," so that's the plan.
So now I'll have to get up before noon on Saturday. Oh well, not the worst thing in the world. My Sunday will be relatively free, now that the specter of LAUNDRY isn't hanging over my head. ::wipes brow:: If all goes well, I'll get some more packing done.
Ah, and if you forgot, tomorrow will be
and the theme is
So far, I've only got two in my head. I should stop procrastinating that.
The week after, I haven't decided yet, but I'm thinking something like "Five from One," where you pick One artist and then give Five songs. Favorites, least favorites, on a theme, or maybe just five you think people should KNOW and don't get enough attention. This could be a semi-recurring theme whenever I can't think of another theme, and if I do this, I'll have to pick five of the most obscure Monkees songs, just for kicks.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. This week is Motivational Songs, so start thinking of some.