this morning #1276.

this morning, i fished through the hamper for a semi-clean dress shirt, one free of stains & mostly free of odor. the weekend had flown by. no time for laundry. too preoccupied with being lazy, i suppose. i’ll have to fit in a trip to the laundromat tonight after work. no choice. i dug down to the bottom of the bin. tossed aside so many clear non-options. the best i could find was a light blue one, stain-free but wrinkled. infected with five days’ worth of hamper funk. febreze & an iron would bring it up to an acceptable level. hopefully. can’t go in looking like a slob. not at this job. they expect perfection. accept nothing less. this can’t keep happening. i really need to buy some more clothes.