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My washing machine died today. Went out in a blaze of glory. Well not so much a blaze as stenchy burning of electrical bits odor.
This means the two + loads of laundry I do a day will have to be done in the tub until we can do something about replacing the washer. Whee.

I'm watching a show about hiking the Appalachian Trail. It's making me want to hike and camp. Fuck, what's wrong with me? This has to be J's wicked influence. That's the only explanation. He has polluted me.