Procrastination Orgy: Fuck Laundry.
I have finished a task so plainstaggeringly monstronormous that I barely can find words huge enough to describe it. The time it took from the initial involuntary beginning to the eventual completion, action item list tag, reorganization, collation, and cooldown exercises was approximately just long enough for me to have a child.
Somehow, the laundry just kept piling up, since I wear the suit to work I never need casual clothes. It piled and piled, and I kept not caring and not caring, and eventually the closet was dumping out into the street. So tonight I did the laundry.
I hate doing laundry more than almost anything. I hate folding clothes slightly more than that.
After putting away 904 plain white t-shirts, and taking a trip through the past few years of shirts completely forgotten, I am now finished. Also I put away more black work socks than I can hold with one hand.
Is it better to do it regularly and be annoyed often but only a little, or wait a really long time and being really annoyed all at once (of course the annoyance of having fewer wearable clothes is an added cost)?
Tags: epic poetry, folding, fuck, laundry, procrastination, socks, t-shirts
February 2nd, 2008 at 9:08 am
little is better than big, but better still would be if we had our own machines because then there would be less driving, and it could just kind of happen in the background.that would be awesome, and there would be much less shit on the floor in the bathroom.