Days alive: 12,154
MegaLoad washers in use: 2
Cost for one basket of laundry: $6.25
Cost for one box of soap: $0.75
Hours slept: 6.5 hours
Full hampers of laundry to be done: 3
Hey, look at that. There is post on Sundays!
I’ve slept, but my anxiety is through the roof so far today. I don’t seem to be able to do anything right. And Steph is somehow more sunburnt than I am so I can’t be affectionate at all without bothering her.
I feel like a colossal inconvenience in general right now.
An error in communication between Steph and I had her snapping at me in the middle of a laundromat. We’re still here, watching clothes spin in the washer and dryers; I hope they’ll be done quickly as I want to go through and reorganize my closet today. Yay laundry day.
Maybe I’m too anxious to be tired today. Or maybe the anxiety is masking the tired. I guess I feel all right, beyond the mental screaming of DOOM that my brain seems to be doing.
I have things I want to accomplish today:
Going to get food; as in hopefully buying my wife lunch.
Going shopping,
Buying a goddamned pillow,
Reorganizing my closet,
Condensing all the fandom stuff,
Packaging everything for work up to being in to my friends,
Maybe watch a movie,
And work on my BoS as part of a thing I’m making for a friend, Mimi.
I also have to/want to light a candle for my friend Andrea for the troubles that have come to her door.
I know I have support. I just feel like a failure of a human being today. It’ll get better; I just hope it gets better today.
Here, have something that made me smile earlier:
Postmark Wonderland 