there's a sharpie attached to my shirt.

I hate all my belongings. A few minutes ago, I was looking at mugs with contempt.

A note to remember: When running the dishwasher, washing machine, and dryer with all three huge machines crammed into a kitchen the size of horse trailer, packing your dishes will make you sweat more than if you were running a marathon.

Have I just compared my self to a horse? Can't think about that now. I have to go scale Mount Laurasclothes.