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August 08, 2007
Mission Critical
Aside from the many, many problems I'm facing today (45 minutes on the phone with Comcast to fix the internet, cats yowling for no apparent reason, a bathroom so filthy that FEMA might be called in at any moment), the critical issue at the moment is my lack of clean laundry.
This morning I have been reduced to wearing one of Mr. Pilot's old t-shirts, retrieved from the top of my closet where I had carefully placed it in preparation for a cult ritual that involves fire and chanting, while mounds of dirty clothes wend their way through the washer and dryer. It appears, from a quick perusal of the items on the bottom of the piles, that I haven't done a full load of laundry since the end of June.*
Unfortunately, the buck had to stop somewhere and that somewhere was today.
So here I sit in a plain white t-shirt (cue the catchy "hey there delilah" song), noting that I fill out the chest area quite nicely, but that my biceps can't really compete with the original owner. Perhaps during the next spin cycle I should do a couple push-ups.
* A quick extrapolation indicates that I must have 40-ish pairs of underwear. That even rivals my shoe collection...
