The Minutes

From last night's meeting with myself (at the Squeaky Clean Coin Laundry):

1. When I had a boyfriend and a washer/dryer of my own, I did not run out of clean panties.
2. Reading The Bell Jar is like listening to myself talk. Well, at least the first ten chapters anyway.
3. The laundromat presents a conundrum: my clothes suffer from the intense heat of the dryer, but drying at a lower heat costs more money and takes more time. Oh, the decisions.

These are the days of our lives...