Today Chloe And I had hit the wall. I was down to my last pair of just about everything several days ago and the process of smelling items of clothing to see if they were wearable had just gotten too depressing. 5 Giant bags of laundry were lifted down our 3 story walk up and loaded into the yaris which was double parked with hazards on outside of our apartment.
In between grabbing one bag and the next some fucking pig shit dick gave me a ticket for double parking...I didnt even know you could GET a ticket for double parking. Ugh. So we drove the behemoth of bags to the laundromat and I unloaded each bag onto the scale. The woman counted up the combined weight of the bags and told me it came to 120+ pounds of laundry. The beautiful thing about wash and fold is that I get to go back sunday and pick up the bags, they will have been washed and folded and all for just SLIGHTLY more than it would cost to sit in the laundromat for 5 hours and do it myself. The extra price is so worth it. After that we venutred to bedford avenue to purchase me a tie and buy our dog her nutritonal supplement powder.
After that I took Chloe back home so she can walk the bitch and then went to go take care of my brain and have it shrunk.
After that I made my way back home to a wonderful conversation and some delicious home made quesadillias.
I then drove myself to work and while hustling (i was late) from my car to the office I didnt catch that the road construction had lifted one of the slabs of the sidewalk slightly higher than the one before it and caught my toe on the lip and went flying. Images of that god forsaken show scarred flipped through my brain as my backpack shiften my weight and I tried to compensate and fell flat on my wrists/palm. Standing up and dusting myself off the throbbing pain increased. I got to work and have been running them under cold water, and then typing a whole bunch for this blog which is making it worse...ill stop.
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