Procrastination Orgy: Fuck Laundry.
Friday, February 1st, 2008I 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)?
