I would love to have something witting, erudite, or even halfway interesting to say today. Alas, I am forcing myself to own up to the piles of laundry, both clean and dirty, which await my attention.
I am drowning under its weight, suffocating under its relentless bulk. An unending sea of cloth, draining me of all happiness and hope.
Laundry is my own personal Dementor.
