I'm writing this while sitting in the laundromat. I have literally no idea when the last time it was that I have sat in a laundromat, but it's been at least a decade, probably longer.

I've been living with the Callahans for seven years, and before that I was in Brooklyn for a decade, and for most of that time I sent my laundry out. It basically cost the same as doing it myself, but it came back folded all nicely and everything, and I never had to buy detergent. So actually, it's probably been closer to fifteen years than ten since I have sat my ass in a laundromat, and I've certainly never been in one with a laptop!

Nothing much has changed in the laundromat line, except that there are more customers that look like aspiring actors than you generally get in Brooklyn--there's a very beautiful blonde and a tall strapping lad giving each other the eye, I rather feel as though I am in a commercial and they are going to fall in love over cups of Tide.

There was also a really nasty woman, who, when Mom and I were loading the Super Giant Washer and we were slightly blocking her way down the aisle, she stood there for a really long time (I didn't really notice that she was waiting) without saying excuse me or calling our attention to the fact that the very wide aisle was not wide enough to her liking since we were in her space and breathing her air and so on, until she finally said in a very nasty manner, "Can I get by? My husband has to go to work!"

I'm starting to remember what it was like being in the laundromat...

Just had to stop to move the clothes into the dryer.

Anyway, we are here because Mom's washer is broken, you see, and since she is going to tear down the house and build a new one (seriously, she really is!), there is no point in buying a new washer and then having to put it in storage and so on, so she is doing the laundromat thing. And since I am here for a month, I really couldn't manage to bring enough clothing not to have to do a wash.

It was very peculiar and backwards, making sure I washed all of my clothing before going home for Christmas, rather than bringing it home to Mom in a reeking pile. "Merry Christmas, Mom!"

The laptop is great, I'm listening to a mix cd of Columbine's (Nuclear Souffle-Birds), and writing this entry. I wish that I had a wireless net connection, but one can only have so much. If I really want to check my email, I can on the new phone, though it's slow as shit. Which is good, because I won't be tempted to use it that often.

There's a TV here, and even though I'm listening to the cd I cannot help but hear that Princess Diana was not pregnant at the time of her death. And now they are saying that Steve "Babies Are Great Croc Food" Irwin is going to be named Australian of the Year. This might officially be one of the lower circles of hell.

I guess all laundromats have to have something horrible about them--this one is nice and clean and none too crowded and filled with pretty people (except for that mean passive-aggressive woman), but it has a TV showing information that I would give anything not to know that you can neither turn off nor change the channel.

The little corner strip-mall that this laundromat is in is actually where I spent half of my childhood, since there used to be a Winchell's Donuts where my father liked to hang out and have an apple fritter with me. I'd have a coconut donut or an eclair. Now it's a Pizza Hut. There's also a Twin Castle, which used to be a frozen custard stand, but now seems to sell terriaki instead, though it is still called Twin Castle. This is not what I call a decent trade-off.

Just thought to glance at my phone, which was at the bottom of my purse rather than in my pocket as usual, since my only clean pair of pants has no pockets. Omar had called, returning my call from earlier where I told him that Michael (Dr. Rank in Doll's House) had agreed to be in Flora, Horror and Java.

I'm very pleased, and so is Omar, since the role had originally been written for Philip, but he's in the big full-length happening at the same time, and we had a tough time thinking of anyone else who was old enough and could also act, since most of the 50-70 age range in our company are kind of sucky.

Just waiting to hear from Lee and Jim for the other two roles. I hope Jim says yes, but I'm not completely sold on Lee, so if she says no my heart won't break. Omar wanted her, though, because he has always had a crush on her. He claims that he wants her in the show because she is best for the role, but I can read through those lines.

On the other hand, he knows that I have a crush on Jim, and since I kiss that character, that's one of the reasons that I thought of him for that role. Though not really, because I thought of him before the kiss was written, but you can't tell Omar that. Anyway, I put my phone in my bra so that I won't miss the call if he calls me back.

Man, this drying takes forever. The washing was 23 minutes, the drying has been 45 minutes so far, with no end in sight. Maybe after one more quarter. The novelty is wearing off, I'm tired of waiting and my butt hurts and I'm remembering why I never did my own laundry before I had a washer.

Or possibly I'm mildly irritated because Zamphir, Master of the Pan Flute was so not meant to listen to on headphones. I think my ears are bleeding. Great cd other than that, though.

Okay, the laundry's done and everything but my jeans are dry, because jeans always take until the next ice age. All of my clothes are folded nicely, exactly as I don't do at home. It's amazing how much less room clean clothes take than dirty.

Man, is this an exciting vacation or what?

Today's horoscope:
A long memory and quick hands are just a few of the things that make you so popular. A craftsperson's best advertising is the quality of his or her work. You're at your most productive in a group situation.

One year ago today:
Just saw Dick Gephardt being interviewed on the Today Show because he is not running for president. I am not running for president either, I imagine that my interview will be tomorrow.

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