Existentialism and Laundry Abstinence

I'm curious: How many other 20-year-old S/W/F's out on summer break from college are lying in bed late at night watching YouTube lectures on Existentialism? Maybe none... maybe I'm the only one. Maybe not. There are only (approx.) 6,768,167,712 other people in the world that could be. I guess it's a definite possibility.


I won't do my laundry. Not tonight. It's just sitting there. In a huge (really huge) plastic tub, since I didn't bring laundry baskets to my aunt's when I moved. They're all up north in Orono, under CJ's bed, where he so kindly let me store half my life for the summer. CJ is such a saint.
Anyway, I'm way too damn lazy to touch my laundry, and it's annoying because it's just staring at me saying, "I'm so dirty, do me". Alright, maybe I should have worded that differently...

...naaaah.


My laptop is humming so abnormally right now. It sounds like a llama in heat and I'm considering dropping it on the floor so it stops. Obviously that's a moronic consideration but that doesn't mean it's not tempting.


Man, if I got HALF the amount of sleep I needed every night to function normally I might bring a bit more creativity to this update. There is so much I could say and yet all that's coming out is my complaint about laundry and guilty pleasure of closet-dorking it on YouTube during weeknights.


Somebody please wake me up. Or put me to sleep. One or the other...