Laundry

So, here I am. In one of the best cities in the world. Glamorous San Francisco. Doing my laundry at an expensive-ass laundromat because my fucking dryer is STILL broken (apparently a "technician" is coming today or tomorrow) and I've run plum out of undies. I feel chic. The atmosphere in the place is very unconducive to doing counterpoint homework, which is what I came here to do. At least there is some poor, defenseless wireless network that I can hi-jack so as to avoid doing something actually productive. Oh well, I think I'm going to finish eating this bag of caramel rice cakes and then go and get my ear phones so that I can work on my Ear training homework. The only good thing about this laundromat is that it is literally a block from my apartment. Too bad it's up yet another hill. Oh well, It's over before you know it. Unlike certain other hills I could mention. I've noticed that the only time I'm ever bored is on the weekends. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Today was the first time in a long while that I ate for no reason. I fear I should stop this lest I regress into a previous, unhealthy state. Damn these rice cakes are good. Okay. Enough mindless blather. Now I go to get the ear phones!