The washing machine is busted (again), and we are currently too poor to even call in the repair guy and see how much it might cost to have it repaired.
This means hours at the laundromat, like in the olden days when we were even poorer than we are now.
That's the bad news.
The good news! Laundromats in Fuck Smith do not have Wifi, which means while I am there, all my craptop lets me do is write. While this is somewhat annoying, it also looks to increase my productivity amazingly.
Plus, if you go on Thursday morning, early, as it develops, no one is in the laundry at all. Very nice.
6 hours ago