Every day is laundry day around here. I retrieved Sally from her friend’s house. She and Pat are going to youth group tonight. They’re going to watch “The Passion of the Christ.” Others could go, but it’s not the kind of thing I care for.
I don’t believe I’ve had any desire to watch that movie. Nothing could entice me to, either, I might add.
Laundry would be a lot easier for me to look forward to if I had a place of my own with its own washer and dryer. I hate paying so much for the privilege. I doubt if I will have enough quarters to do laundry next Monday, since it’s the day I need to wash the linens. And that still leaves me with at least one more wash day that I can’t afford.
Man. I hate this.