This happens every few weeks, and everytime I think, "Should I waste two hours of my night doing laundry when I could be doing other great, fabulous things*, or should I just go buy new underwear?"
I'm sitting in a cafe across the street from American Apparel. You have no idea how tempting that is.
*I'd be watching two hours of Stella on DVD, which I most certainly do not hate.
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