I'm listening to Interpol on the computer right now. I hope it's not too loud, but it was apparently recorded really low and I'm having to turn everything up louder than usual to hear it, some live show off of NPR. I've heard it before, but it's good, and I'm sure I'll listen to it again sooner than later.
Once again, I'm in the midst of the fun that is doing laundry here. The washer has kicked off in the middle of washing my various clothes at least three times so far. Three times have I walked around the house to the circuit breaker fusebox behind the house to turn everything back on. Three times have I completely soaked my shoes and pants below the knees doing this shit. If it's not painfully hot and humid, it's rainy here. You have to love North Carolina, I guess. I hate the weather here. I don't understand why people would have ever decided to set up shop here in the first place, but apparently they did. Apparently my parents did. They like it here for some reason. They're old and weird though.
It could be worse, though. There could be no washing machine at all, so go figure.
I've taken quite a liking to standing in front of the washing machine while the spin cycle is going, putting my hands on top, and just standing there feeling the constant shaking and moving, watching everything I see start to blur into semi-recognizable shapes.
Having slept the entire day away and not really feeling like doing anything this evening/morning, I'm stuck here, and somehow I've worked myself into sort of a cleaning mood. Hence the laundry. I really don't want to drive my car if I don't have to anyway, because the brake pads are gone, and combined with shitty alignment, I get this nice raspy noise whenever I go anyplace. I'm going to go take that in tomorrow to have it fixed, sometime really early, and then probably leave my car there. If I have to leave it for a day or two, that's fine. I guess I'll just have to walk to work or something. It's not that far from here, I've walked farther before and it didn't kill me or anything, so I'm not too worried about it.
I can think of tons of people to call and chat with right now, and I'm sure someone I know is online, but the one person I'd like to talk about nothing with isn't here, nor is this person online, and I don't want to call because it's so late. I wonder if anyone else thinks about things like this. Probably not. Who knows.
Once again, I'm in the midst of the fun that is doing laundry here. The washer has kicked off in the middle of washing my various clothes at least three times so far. Three times have I walked around the house to the circuit breaker fusebox behind the house to turn everything back on. Three times have I completely soaked my shoes and pants below the knees doing this shit. If it's not painfully hot and humid, it's rainy here. You have to love North Carolina, I guess. I hate the weather here. I don't understand why people would have ever decided to set up shop here in the first place, but apparently they did. Apparently my parents did. They like it here for some reason. They're old and weird though.
It could be worse, though. There could be no washing machine at all, so go figure.
I've taken quite a liking to standing in front of the washing machine while the spin cycle is going, putting my hands on top, and just standing there feeling the constant shaking and moving, watching everything I see start to blur into semi-recognizable shapes.
Having slept the entire day away and not really feeling like doing anything this evening/morning, I'm stuck here, and somehow I've worked myself into sort of a cleaning mood. Hence the laundry. I really don't want to drive my car if I don't have to anyway, because the brake pads are gone, and combined with shitty alignment, I get this nice raspy noise whenever I go anyplace. I'm going to go take that in tomorrow to have it fixed, sometime really early, and then probably leave my car there. If I have to leave it for a day or two, that's fine. I guess I'll just have to walk to work or something. It's not that far from here, I've walked farther before and it didn't kill me or anything, so I'm not too worried about it.
I can think of tons of people to call and chat with right now, and I'm sure someone I know is online, but the one person I'd like to talk about nothing with isn't here, nor is this person online, and I don't want to call because it's so late. I wonder if anyone else thinks about things like this. Probably not. Who knows.