the bastard leads an exciting life.
so much so, he buys a bottle of whiskey on a thursday night and proceeds to do his laundry.
only, there was an oddity tonight.
no. not the whiskey.
it was the woman working on her computer in the laundry room.
now I had no idea that we leased out office space in our bread baking/ roach bait smelling basement
or that the laundry room was also our corporate suites.
but, this wrecked my clothes washing rhythm.
that's all I got. go die.