Thursday, April 29, 2004
I spent the entire evening washing clothes. I finally got to mine this past load. Debbie piled tons of her clothes on the laundry room floor, and I did not feel right about washing mine while the room was still a mess. Contributing to the chaos, the big metal bar on which the four people living in this house hang their clothes finally collapsed into a heap of powder. I unloaded Nick's, Laura's, and Debbie's clothes onto the game room couch. As my bedroom is next to the laundry room, I never leave my clothes on the laundry room rack. Ironically enough, however, my clothes managed to contribute to the destruction because of my aforementioned loss of bedroom rack space. Dadgummit.at 8:22 PM
The drama continues as I prepare to hang my clothes on my curtain rack, which will almost surely collapse under the mismanaged weight.
During the past two days, I consumed two foods which give me gas: mushrooms and turkey. Unfortunately, The Lauree Lair does not at this time house a fan. I must jack the cookie-scented candle from upstairs on the coffee table. This candle emits an aroma similar to that of a cake baking. It is delicious.
For the next four consecutive days, I open bakery. It looks to be a nasty stint of working. I am not tired or sleepy at the moment, but I must be bright and chipper when I wake up at five o'clock tomorrow morning. And I shall have to roll at least four doughs... ugh... dame desu...
