So you go to the laundry and it seems like you're constantly doing laundry constantly dragging bags of your stinking wrinkled threadworn tshirts and sweat pants and dirty sheets to the laundry, and didn't I just do 5 loads last week? Now I got 5 loads more to do. How can I wear that much clothing in one week? And you have to wash your jacket because it's really dusty and dirty and awful and you try to put your last quarter into the machine and the machine won't accept your last quarter and you've already put the soap in and for some strange reason the machine doesn't like your last quarter. And no one will give you a quarter and so you have to go to the 7-11 next door and you have to buy a lime green slurpee you have to buy a lime green slurpee because they don't give you any change without purchase and so you sit there in the laundromat smelling the fumes and the bleach and the fabric softener smell and it's hot and humid and uncomfortable and you spend all day doing laundry.

And then later you just collapse on your bed and you download dirty pictures off the internet just so you can kill 3 or 4 hours and it's just spam, it's all just spam and one in every two hundred photos is kind of interesting, and so you just put it in your porno file.

And then you really don't have anything to do so you just think "I'll go to McDonald's. I'll go to McDonald's and buy a Quarter Pounder with Cheese. I'll go to McDonald's and buy a Quarter Pounder with Cheese that will cheer me up."

And so, you drive to McDonald's and they're closed. They're fucking CLOSED at 10pm and you just sit there in the parking lot wondering what to do with yourself and you think "I'll just drive around aimlessly, that's what I'll do, I'll just drive around aimlessly, I'll explore the city that I live in".

But you know that it's all just closed strip malls and 7-11's and gas stations and shoe stores and banks and laundromats and then you imagine you have voices in your head telling you where to go and you think about crashing your car into the abutment of the freeway, but you don't want to do that cuz it will fuck up your insurance.... so you just go home and you wish you had some drugs to do you wish you had some drugs to do or a crossword puzzle or SOMETHING to just relieve the horrible awful boredom of it all.

And you think "I should clean up my apartment, I should be responsible", but you just want to lay there in your bed and you stare at the ceiling and you wish you were hallucinating . You think 'maybe if I were hallucinating it would be INTERESTING' but it isn't.

And then, after a while you just take your medication and you whack yourself off some more.

And after awhile of that you go to curl up and try to go to sleep and as you drift off into dreamland you realize that your sheets are dirty because you forgot to do them at the fucking laundry!

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