Mid evening

All of you go look out a window right now. I don’t care what you are doing. Put it down and go look outside this instant. For those of you who do not read plans very frequently, and do not get to see this post until it is too late, I’ll let you in on a little secret. The weather outside right now is perfect. I’ll use that word again, because I like it: Perfect

It’s 65 degrees out. There are some thin, high clouds in the sky, which do nothing to hide the sun. The sun is bright, but not blinding. The air is calm, but not still, and the entire world is simply breathtaking. Go frolic. Then come back to the computer.

[wightman]: All that the load I folded included was two pair of jeans. Even I can’t fuck that up too badly. Personally, I love it when people fold my stuff for me. Please, any of you who are reading this, if you find I am clogging up a dryer you want to use, feel free to fold my stuff. I don’t mind, really. Honest.

Personally, I figure that anybody who is that particular about how their stuff gets folded should either sit and watch the dryer to prevent that sort of thing, or not use dorm laundry rooms. That’s like me camping out at one of the study carousels in ARH, and then getting pissed off because somebody carefully moved the stuff off of my “desk” when they needed to use it. I hate it when people mess with the stuff on my desk, but I have the good sense to only leave that kind of stuff on my desk in the privacy of my own room.

~ by Mark on May 6, 2001.