Work is...well...a lot of work. Stressed is a tad bit of an understatement.
And I think my laundry pile is about to reach the moon.
But right now, I'm not going to think about all of that.
I'm going to get off of the internet.
I'm going to go downstairs.
I'm going to crack open a fresh bottle.
Then I'm going to plop down on my couch and turn on comedy central.
I don't know how long I'll stay there, but I promise you that I will not even flinch when that buzzer goes off on the dryer.