it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood…
i’m taking advantage of today’s sunshine by doing laundry without dying. i should explain…i live in an old victorian home that’s been converted into apartments. the only laundry facility is in the creepy basement–i’m talking silence of the lambs creepy. i always end up doing my laundry at night, each time imagining my own death.
while i was down there, i could hear my neighbor singing very off-key to what i assume was the tabernacle choir, it is conference weekend, after all. i started laughing but quickly stopped when i remembered i had just caught myself dancing to the hip-hop abs workout infomercial.