call me predictable.

I am not looking forward to wearing clothes tomorrow. First of all, I am in my pajamas and just thinking about getting up and going to class in the morning sounds disgusting. Second, I did my laundry in the middle of this week because I could not wait until the end of the week (I needed pants - who would have thought?) and yesterday I shoved the whole mess of clean laundry underneath my bed before chapel so I wouldn't get a check. Now, all of my clean laundry is wadded up under my bed. I don't think I've pulled this crafty maneuvre in a while, like since I was 10. Since I've gone back to being a ten year old I am not looking forward to the labor of pulling my tired body out of bed, in then out of the shower, pouring myself a cup of coffee, then somehow managing to pick an outfit from the heap under my bed without bashing my forehead on my bed frame. From this heap needs to emerge an outfit worthy of class, chapel, and the Gap.

Preferably not too wrinkled because I don't remember where the ironing board is hiding.

I know that once I'm dressed and ready for class tomorrow morning I will realize I have enough time to put the clothes away and will do so. The whole mess will make its way into my dresser and possibly closet (though if it wasn't important enough to hang before now I doubt that will happen). And I will feel very clean and satisfied. What a great way to start the weekend!