Dirty Laundry

If I'm gonna go away for the weekend, I gotta plan ahead for certain things, such as my cat. Because of his allergies, and the fact that I won't be able to give him his medicine, he's gonna have to stay inside. So, I went and bought an automatic feeder for him and set it up in the kitchen. While I was at PetsMart (or is it PetSmart?), I bought an auto-scooping litterbox and a small water fountain to keep the cat in fresh water for a couple days. Here's hoping he doesn't just piss all over the place.

Tonight, I do laundry. In the bulk amount I have to do, I can either a) stay up all night doing it here b) take it with me and do it at my grandparents' house or c) take it all to the laundromat tonight. I opted for c.

Unfortunately, so did everyone else in town. I had to wait 45 minutes to get a triple- and double-loader to get all the laundry done in one shot. i occasionally made eyes with this girl reading a book while drying her clothes. I kinda wanted to say something to her, but I was too much of a chickenshit. The only dryers available were across the room from the washers, and along the way, I accidentally dropped a pair of wet boxers. Guess who picked them up and handed them to me?

What an ice breaker that was. Out of embarassment, I bought her a soda and haded it to her saying "sorry you had to touch my underwear." She smiled at me, thanked me for the soda and said it was no trouble. I hung back, and waited for the right moment to go and talk to her. However, she just threw her dry clothes in a laundry bag and left. I was kinda hoping to talk to her while she folded her clothes.

I kinda take it as a sign. Maybe "she touched my underwear" is a good way to start the how-I-met-your-mother story to my future kids.

Once I got home, I finished watching CSI, and felt kinda guilty for even thinking about flirting with that girl when just 24 hours ago, I was obsessing over Grace.

Maybe I'm more screwed up than I thought I was.