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I’ll probably only make one update this month, but that makes this one that much more special.

Because I have a new picture to share, of my special lady friend.

I needed to get the smell of Ohio — by which I mean choking clouds of cigarette smoke — out of my favourite suit — by which I mean the only one I own that doesn’t require additional tailoring that I’ve been too lazy to have done — and I didn’t have time to have it dry cleaned, so I pitched it in the dryer with some febreze and a dryer sheet. Good as new.

I also washed my favourite shirt along with some other stuff and was very perturbed to discover a nasty dark brown stain on one of the collar points! I couldn’t imagine how it got there, because I would probably have remembered dipping my face into a large bowl of chocolate, or something similarly graphic. Fuck it. I tossed my second favourite shirt in the dryer on air fluff to get the wrinkles out, and got ready for bed.

Fast forward twenty minutes, I take it out, and I caught this god damn devil machine red-handed: the shirt is stuck in the drum. It wormed one point of the collar into this tiny space between the inner part that rotates, and the outer part that doesn’t. With every rotation, it gets more and more brown. Motherfucker!

I figured I’d settle for my third favourite shirt, so I pulled that one out of the closet. I swear I am not making this up: it has the same brown stain on the collar, unnoticed when I washed it last.

I swear to god I do not need this kind of aggravation.

I guess I’ll have to wait cut-off jean shorts and a Ximian t-shirt to court tomorrow.