Ennui

This morning I took my laundry to the laundromat across the street, because Saturday is my weekly laundry day. That's right. Slinging my travel bag full of washables over my shoulder, I trudged down the street.

Once inside the laundromat, a man suddenly pulled out a handgun and yelled "this is a robbery!" Well, no, that didn't happen. I did, however, stuffed all my clothing in a washing machine and hoped for the best. Surrounded by strangers, I stared like an idiot at my clothes spinning around and around (yay dryers!), all the while thinking about what to write for my next journal entry, but couldn't think of anything and hung my head in shame.