I knew I wouldn't actually follow through with going to the beach. I think I needed motivation to clean my apartment (besides it being its usual pigsty of a mess). Plus, I have been saying for weeks that I need to do laundry, but I had enough clean clothes or a awhile to get by.
Doing laundry is such an ordeal--I have to put all of my dirty clothes into suitcases, then haul it all to the 24-hour laundromat, which always feels so much further away than it really is. Sometimes the creepy guy is there; he smokes inside and doesn't like when I try to fit all of my clothes into one machine--I'm not even really over-stuffing. He also always tries to help me, which is nice enough but I don't need help and HATE when other people touch my laundry, especially people I don't know. It is almost always raining in some capacity when I do laundry.
This time was pleasant. Two suitcases meant three washing machines and two dryers. Two machines for clothes and one for towels, which became one dryer for clothes and another for towels. The man wasn't there, and I had enough $10 coins to pay for the machines.
After I finished doing laundry (it was now 3am), I went back to my apartment, slacked off for a few hours, then cleaned EVERYTHING. I swept the floor, recycled glass, paper, and plastic items, and threw out trash (I was good, and there wasn't much trash by this point).
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