I hate laundry

Laundry is a chore. A chore is something that makes me hate whatever it is.

Wouldn’t it be nice if I only had to my own laundry to do.

OK, that’s how it basically is nowdays so ….

I STILL HATE IT!

I let it pile up until “oh no, if I take a shower I can’t get dressed in clean clothing!”

I despise when that is the case, for more than just that reason. Sorting, having all the clothing to further sort, fold into drawers or onto hangers. Ugh. Socks, underwear, camasoles, leggings, jeans, t-shirts …

I try to get things washed in sorting by color, fabric, and needs. Like underwear should go alone, Hot.

I have a lot of black t-shirts. Hurray! No, that means I have too many at one time to care about folding when they are dry.

What happens. My head fills with ANTIMATTER and I can’t think or do anything.

I love every one of those T-shirts, some more than others. The few I can get rid of I already did.

ANTIMATTER will kill me eventually.