i sent my laundry out.

i am so ashamed. … but! i am so strapped for time this week; i spent all weekend cleaning the apartment and ran out of time to do the laundry — yes, i could have changed loads in between doing other things, but that would imply that i had had someplace to sort the laundry out and fold it and stuff, and i really, really didn’t, so the laundry only got sorted at like 1900 last night and i was shooting for bed at 2000 since i have the 0600 shift today. i have an 0625 flight out of ORD on friday morning for a whirlwind weekend away, and i have lots of other things i could be doing other than folding socks. so. the dippy-named Sudz it is. at least i was able to find the inner strength of character to actually drive my own laundry to the laundromat instead of completely abdicating all responsibility to the magic laundry fairies. i seriously feel like the world’s biggest lazy slob, for paying someone else to do my laundry for me. but i had no *time* to do seven loads of laundry, and guys, it was getting dire. sure, i paid forty bucks for it, but this way i’m not going to spend every evening this week sneaking in a load of towels or whatever before i go to bed. and as an added bonus, they’ll probably be better able to get the cat fur off than my poor sad apartment washer/dryer can. … now that i have discovered their existence, i am finding it shockingly difficult to not sign up for the magic laundry fairies RIGHT NOW. (turns out, the fairies only charge you an extra shiny nickel per pound if they do the driving.) dude. i give them a key to my apartment, and they make my dirty laundry magically disappear and reappear clean, folded, and de-catfurred. how is this not the best idea ever? oh, god, i’m such a horrible person! someone take my debit card away!