I should be packing. Instead I drink beer. And do laundry; laundry is a virtuous, necessary thing, right? I like doing laundry because while it's going you can be doing anything else you want and you're still doing laundry. I mean, it's not my fault it takes an hour and I have to sit around on the internet drinking beer until it's dry.
Oh, shit, it just buzzed. Now I have to get up and do something. This is total bullshit. I want someone to petition Bill Clinton to negotiate my release from folding my freshly washed clothes. Where is he now, huh? What's he done for anyone lately?