The washing machine at my house is broken again.
(I put 2 dollars worth of quarters into its hungry jaws before coming to this conclusion.)
So, the majority of my evening was spent figuring out how to wash the chemicals off 60% of my clothing.
In the end, I got a ride to a friend's laundry machine and walked home with two trash bags full of laundry.
Now I'm listening to some really cosmic music.
It's certainly put my troubles in perspective.
I and the universe itself are locked in a battle of wits,
at the highest stakes imaginable.
So far, the universe appears to have the upper hand.
But I can't be sure.
I feel my aura brushing up against the walls.
