I decided that I should keep busy to fend off a bout of depression. I thought I would do some housework even though its not Friday and Richard isn't coming till Tuesday. I took a bag of coloured clothes to Grand Peasant Central (aka the local laundromat). This did nothing to alleviate the hatred I felt for the world. Most people in there are Cuban men, although I have no evidence to support this and I do not have much of a work ethic myself, I am strongly of the impression that these skanks babbling on cell phones in the laundry are married to women who work a hell of a lot harder than they do. I was trying out this new laundry product that my friend gave me samples of. It might be secret so I better not say too much more.
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