Laundry Night

Tonight is laundry night. Good times.

Its so much fun doing laundry here in the states in apartment buildings. There's usually a dark room in the basement with washing machines, and everyone sneaks in there and fills the machines with their dirty pants (that means trousers here), trying to avoid awkward conversations with neighbors they do not want to see.

I enjoy doing the laundry and fear it in equal measures. My antisocial 0.009% of me dreads the potential bumping into neighbors scenario - especially when I am dressed in an outfit that should never be witnessed by ANYONE. I get my laundry basket ready within the safety of my apartment,  select the detergent balls I need, along with full downy balls. I grab the necessary amount of quarters and carefully open my front door.

Off I run down the stairs with excitement and trepidation.

I then pretend I am on a game show and I have to fill both machines (one with colors and one with whites) as quickly as I can, select the correct setting, shut the lids, and enter the quarters, and run for my life.

Then there is round two. The collection of the laundry. Its done with the speed and fear of ninja chased by snakes.

Wish me luck this evening!!

Ants in my Pants

Ever since I started juicing, I cant sit still. Its like I have ants in my pants.

I am now better than ever at multi-tasking. I get home from work, visit the supermarket, come home and begin my detox duties. Juicing, cooking and even baking my own soda bread. I know, its crazy!!!

Although this evening, I started one task, then another, and then another, spinning about the place not quite completing anything.

I think I've had too many greens!!

ANTS IN MY PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dreams

Just lately my dreams have been really mundane.

In last nights dream I was in a hotel lobby trying to get the attention of the receptionist. This went on for a while, and then when he finally asked me if he could help, I simply asked if he had any rooms available. I woke up before he could answer, so I have no idea if there were any room available.
So dull.

A few nights ago I dream't that I had had my hair cut. I woke up before the stylist had finished drying it. And the night before that, I was in the bath and couldn't get my toes clean.

I think that since The Walking Dead finished, and I am no longer dreaming in Post-Apocalyptic scenario's, life has taken on a more sedate straight forward turn. I am not sure I like it.

If only I had a kitten.