walkingshadow | (no subject)

I have allowed my laundry to pile up much, much higher than I normally do. I'm going to start having guilt about it soon. My finals are as good as over, and I actually have all the time I need, but I keep thinking that everybody else will be trying to do laundry at the same time, and I don't relish the idea of lugging it all downstairs just to find full machines and people waiting for them. Let's also not forget that I'm really amazingly lazy and don't want to do it. So the basket in the closet has gotten alarmingly and embarrassingly full. The bright side of this is that I pulled out a pair of jeans from the closet, really old ones, that I don't think I've worn all this year. Old clothing is more comfortable than most people. And these jeans are soft, not just worn, but soft, so soft against my legs, and I feel like smiling every time I step and they shift against me. Sometimes I do.