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If I do not get to go to bed soon I shall go mad. How can someone have a wash cycle that lasts *13* hours??? There's a *thing* in the washing machine that's just going round and round and round - flapping at the little window - mocking me.
I have no socks. Where have all my socks gone? I'm down to several odd ones now, and have to attempt some bizarre laundry date-line attempt every few days. I bought socks not long ago. Not long before that I bought socks too. Ad infinitum. By rights, socks should roam in huge herds through the kitchen, grazing on fabric softener, gamboling with their black cotton brethren in the tumble drier. Instead, my socks are closer to extinction that the lesser spotted Eurasian wibble lemur. I suspect it's the bloody fur trade. Middle of the night, sneaking round, stealing domestic socks, turn 'em into coats. Do you know how many socks it takes to make just one jacket? As if the zombie burglars weren't enough to contend with.
The rats have scrabbled at my wrists whist I was putting them back in their cage post-cleaning, so now I look like I've made a really feeble suicide attempt. Rodent angst.
There is no need to feel stressed about work tomorrow. And repeat.
I have no socks. Where have all my socks gone? I'm down to several odd ones now, and have to attempt some bizarre laundry date-line attempt every few days. I bought socks not long ago. Not long before that I bought socks too. Ad infinitum. By rights, socks should roam in huge herds through the kitchen, grazing on fabric softener, gamboling with their black cotton brethren in the tumble drier. Instead, my socks are closer to extinction that the lesser spotted Eurasian wibble lemur. I suspect it's the bloody fur trade. Middle of the night, sneaking round, stealing domestic socks, turn 'em into coats. Do you know how many socks it takes to make just one jacket? As if the zombie burglars weren't enough to contend with.
The rats have scrabbled at my wrists whist I was putting them back in their cage post-cleaning, so now I look like I've made a really feeble suicide attempt. Rodent angst.
There is no need to feel stressed about work tomorrow. And repeat.
