A sex dream might have been less embarrassing.

So I woke up to realize that the very pleasant dream that I had been having involved a comfortable bed, something like a ski lodge (and the bed was on the slope or something? it wasn't quite clear) and being the little spoon with a large teddy bear of a fellow.

The dream omitted realistic but unfortunate details such as waking up with a mouthful of hair despite precautions having been taken. I am pretty sure that if he and I ever share sleeping arrangements, his hair is going to become inappropriately intimate with places in my face that won't appreciate it, given what happens when we hug wrong.

I am to hope that my subconscious is taking the clue that things like banging are not actually on the menu in reality. I doubt that platonic napping is likely either, but it's a brain-step in the right direction. If perhaps harder to explain when it will *sigh* inevitably come out in conversation.

( Favorable comparison involving emotionally abusive ex )

Laundry!

Week before last, there was a little problem with the laundry room. Not the laundry room in my building, but, crucially, the laundry room with the card machine. Our laundry machines use cards instead of coins, which is a different kind of inconvenience.

I do have a launderizer in my apartment. Sadly, the last time I used it, it made a terrible grinding noise and didn't drain. (I drained it manually with the little hose and a bowl.) I do need to call maintenance on it; I'm waiting until I have the mental wherewithal to make sure things are tidied to my satisfaction.

They'd said that the laundry room in building 4 would be closed until further notice. Further notice having not arrived, and the laundry situation growing critical, I chose to hope that maybe they'd just forgotten to give further notice. I wandered over. The room was locked up tight and still very much looking like a construction zone. The card machine had been taken off the wall.

I contemplated the possibility that they'd moved it to the functioning laundry room, but looked at the time and figured that my window of opportunity for the nearby laundromat was about to close. So I hustled, grabbed all the easily grabbable laundry and a book, and went exploring.

I am pleased to report that modern laundromats often choose to have wifi these days. Wifi! In a laundromat! I dumped all the laundry into one of the big machines and settled in with some trance music and Cyteen, since I have gone a few years without taking tape. I didn't actually use the wifi.

Having done the math, the price difference is on the order of six and a fraction cents between the laundromat and the number of washers/dryers I would have used in the on-site laundry room. My car app thingy claims the cost of gas was $0.29. My knees are happy that I didn't have to haul two large IKEA bags full of laundry up and down stairs with a dodgy handrail.

I may pop downstairs tomorrow to see whether they've put the card machine in the open laundry room.

My tweets

• Sat, 19:53: Nope, laundry room not yet back.
• Sat, 20:32: RT @KagroX: People get shot all the time, but you can't curtail gun rights because Constitution. That's the price of freedom! Oh, gotta go.…
• Sat, 23:23: Survived laundromat. Got stuff for pastrami sandwiches, so now I have a jar of sauerkraut.
• Sun, 01:06: My fitbit #Fitstats for 8/16/2014: 2,602 steps and 1.1 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7qBz6
• Sun, 01:12: RT @808s_n_cupcakes: Familiar RT @WHITsaid: http://t.co/3Y0pGAM45m
• Sun, 06:50: Heee, I think I figured out which character has the Parrot tattoo. Lovie has it as a tramp stamp. #BLIT