Hello again

I'm back, and I have one thing to say: ugh. I love my sister, but she's really a pain so much of the time. The little creep thought I'd stolen her stupid camera. Oh well. I finally managed to find the thing and extricate it from under a huge pile of dirty laundry. (And when I say huge, I mean huge. Both my parents work, so we're lucky if laundry gets done once a month. It all just accumulates in the basement and forms this mountain range of soiled clothing.) She owes me five dollars- I bet her I'd find it- and now we don't hate each other as much as we used to.

It's about 9:50 at night (I know the blog time is different, haven't set the stupid thing to eastern time yet), and I'm full of thoughts. Don't know why. Maybe actually having a place to put them is what does it.

An idea occurred to me whilst I was buried beneath Mt. Apparel: why not hire myself out as a laundress? I know enough about the chore from assisting in our monthly basement cleanout, and I'm a pretty fast sorter. You know, lights & darks and that sort of thing. I'd probably be world-famous if I practiced weekly. Or maybe I'd start a reality show: So You Think You Can Sort. Contestants would have to navigate a pile of clothing, and they'd be timed. Whoever did it the fastest would win.

On second thought, that's stupid. Nobody'd watch it at all. Or maybe they would, but it doesn't matter.

urgh... I'm getting tired. See you people tomorrow.

~Stacie