PSA: Foul mood warning

I'm not sure why, but I find myself in an incredibly foul mood today. So rather than risk inflicting on people, I'm off to do the scads of laundry that have accrued from Dexcon and write up the Genosha plotting session. See you in several hours, perhaps. Yay cleaning therapy.

That warm glow of achievement...

Or it might be overheating. Who knows? In the time since my last entry I have:


Bought laundry detergent and dryer sheets, as well as various cleaning products the night before.

Laundered enough clothes, towels and bedding to fill Leonard the Backpack of Doom and my courier bag.

Handwashed my formal dress, a pair of stockings and my velvet/lace shirt from Monday night.

Written my Genosha notes into a description which hopefully is enough to resume discussion.

Vacuumed the couches.

Swept the floors.

Wiped off the coffee table.

Removed piles of crap from the flat surfaces in my room, with the exception of my bookcase/pile of milk crates.

Emptied the cooler full of slightly slimy melted icewater and left the beers that were in it to dry on the sink.

Cleaned the bathtub/shower - well, that was this morning before I posted, but same diff.

Heaped mental invective on large portions of the human race, including people too stupid to get out of the way of the small woman carrying a large pack, a courier bag and a computer bag, plus a bottle of detergent; people who stand in front of and block doorways of any kind and Murphy, who saw fit to grace me with the presence of Nigel from the bar at the laundromat, who felt the need to join me at MacKenzie's and talk incomprehensibly at me whilst I attempted to get work done. I am restraining myself from adding various other people to the list.

I have also had the best veggie omlette I've had in a very long time for brunch. Karma is balanced.