Frustrated in the Morning

I hate doing laundry in my apartment building, any apartment building. Yesterday, being Saturday, I expected to be busy in the laundry room. Everyone does their laundry on Saturday. However, I figured that Sunday morning soon after they opened would be a good time.

Nope. There's a huge line-up just to get at the washing machines. I lugged laundry down to the basement for nothing.

I need a house. Or, at least my own machines.

A thought that just occurred to me...

I fell asleep last night in my clothes and slept until 9am this morning.

I'm not sure what to make of that. Apparently though, Andrea thinks I'm cute when I sleep.