i had a dream last night about doing laundry.

now, don’t get me wrong. i am LOOOOOOOVING my shiny, shiny swanky beautiful marvelous washer and dryer. they are the greatest thing since sliced bread. in fact, a load in the dryer just finished up right now (BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!) as i was typing this. i am totally loving having the easy access to clean laundry without any effort at all. so this is not some irrational fear of the washer, here.

but i dreamed that i opened up the dryer door — which is at eye level — and looked inside and, instead of clothes, i found my poor little pink phone, with the display all wonky, but apparently still functional. and i was all up in arms because i hadn’t been planning on replacing my (two years old but perfectly usable) phone and i didn’t want to spend money on it, but on the other hand, this is a perfect excuse for me to finally get an iphone like all the other sheep^Wcool kids! but…but…3G iphones aren’t out yet!! i can’t go get a soon-to-be-obsoleted phone! OH NOES!!! angst, angst, wail, gnash teeth, WOE!

…and then i woke up and looked at my phone and it was just fine, The End. Hooray!