Airing Dirty Laundry

Two weeks in, and I thought today was as good a day as any to do laundry. While I live right across from the laundry room, I decided to do my laundry in the sink instead because I didn't feel like googling the translation for "May I have some laundry tokens?" I thought I'd do laundry for an hour or so, then maybe go grab a coffee at the corner café and try and get caught up on some writing. But one hour can easily turn into four hours when you have a small sink and rinse each sock individually.

I still haven't cleared the still-damp underwear from my bed.

I had just finished wringing out the last of my 12 pairs of underwear (and thinking how my wrists have never hurt so bad), when I had a sudden urge to look at the back of my detergent bottle. You know, just because.

Turns out it wasn't detergent -- it was fabric softener.

This is not a joke.

I had just "softened" all my clothes by hand for the last four hours.

So then I thought, "Screw this, I'm gonna go watch the sun set over the Seine."

I felt a lot better after that.