July 25th, 2007


LIttle Obsessions

I got home last night, and for some reason, decided, well, to do laundry. It didn't start as that bad of an idea - I seriously needed some clean jeans.

But it sorta snowballed. The first two loads were pretty reasonable - jeans, sheets, towels, underwear - you know, stuff. But then I seemed to decide that I wanted to wash everything. I got into a bathrobe (not my usual one - that one was still drying), and threw the clothes I was wearing into the wash.

Then I decided to wash my coverlet/quilt as well. Two problems, there. One, it's too damn big for the washer and dryer at the Duplex. Two, I ran out of quarters before it fully dried.

Not a good thing, since I don't really have a good spot to, y'know, hang it. It's friggin' huge.

Now, I'm sure there're many ways to come up with quarters at 5:30am. Several, I'm sure, are better than the one I picked.

I drove to three different McDonald's drive-thrus, and ordered a breakfast close to a dollar boundary at each one. Then, 'cause I'm a tard, I ate each one of them. Someone recently told me I ate too much McDonalds. I now fully agree.

But that gave me enough money to run the drier for a reasonable length of time.

In the meantime, I worked up a trial logo for the Infirmary - we shall see what Lizz thinks of it. And I've read the archives of several new webcomics. And I'm just about ready to collapse, once I have a bed made to collapse into. And if the junk food in my stomach lets me...
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That Was... Odd

I was just woken up by a very nice lady that supposedly was trying to sell me a mortgage.

Which doesn't really explain the following 20 minute conversation, as she - in a friendly, very hard to refuse fashion - asked me details about my life, my work, my financial situation, my hair style, and pretty much anything else.

I've never had anything like that happen. Either she's a work-from-home type that's bored and loves to talk, a particularly odd (but successful) private investigator (I wouldn't put that past my ex-wife), or someone doing groundwork for collections (which I wouldn't put past my mortgage company).

Eh, whatever - it was a pleasant conversation, and I didn't really say anything that wasn't pretty much public record. Just... unusual.

And I needed to get up, anyway.
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I'm tired. Not too surprising after last night's glorious laundry adventures, but whatever. I am.

The coverlet for which I consumed enough McDonald's grease to gag a goat is, if anything, dirtier now than it was when I started. I need to take it to the laundromat. Which sucks, because I'll have to unmake the bed again. Well, OK, that's no big deal - but making it again afterward is a pain.

I've managed to not do anything about my speeding ticket yet again - another in a series. My last day to deal with it is Friday, though I might be able to get another extension.

I just finished reading the archives for Planet Karen, which hasn't left me in the best of spirits, either. It's a great piece of work - and presented with a wonderful sense of humor, and some quite impressive art.

But seeing someone else struggle with depression was perhaps not what I needed to look at right now.

Sigh. Now where did I put that eyeliner and black fingernail polish...
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