If you’ve been following this blog at all, you know that I have been keeping pretty busy. Actually, that’s putting it lightly. I’ve been going going going so much that I barely see my apartment. It pretty much is just the spot where I crash and shower. I don’t even eat here so much.
Of course, as many people have pointed out, this isn’t necessarily a mutually exclusive symptom of single-ness. I just think, looking back on my relationships, that when you’re with someone, hanging out at one or the other’s place becomes an activity of it’s own. I don’t particularly care for sitting around by myself. It makes me either feel like a loser, a failure, or that I’m just missing out on lots of potential fun. I’d rather be busy.
So, I go out a lot. Band practice, piano bar, pirate party, jell-o shot party, drive-ins, dvds at the command center, Rudy’s, SNWMF, The Soul Captives playing, Maldroid playing, The Phenomenauts playing, and on, and on.
Then, when I finally do get home, exhausted, I fill up a glass of water, sit it next to my new alarm clock, plug my iPod into that new alarm clock, plug in my cell phone, and just as I’m crawling into bed, I slip out of my pants, and socks and leave them there . . . in the pile of other pants and socks that are next to my bed.
When I wake up, I drink some water, climb over the pile of laundry, and drag myself towards the shower, leaving what’s left of the clothes I wore yesterday on top of yet another pile that has come to live under the sink.
So, there’s been a pile of jeans and sox next to the bed, and a pile of underwear and t-shirts under the sink for weeks. Shoes are just about everywhere. And every week or so, I’ve done that one load of subsistence laundry with one pair of jeans, a few t-shirts, some socks, some underwear, and one towel. Then there’s also the overflowing hamper in the closet with all the clothes that I don’t want to wear often enough to be included in my subsistence load.
But even my laziness, craziness, and slovenliness has it’s limits. This morning I find myself with some down time, so I am doing about a metric butt ton of laundry.