For some reason it seems like I always have much more laundry than anyone else in the laundry room. Maybe it's symptomatic of not doing my laundry very regularly. I think I have enough underwear, socks, and clothes to last me at least four months without a tumble. Sometimes I do laundry only because I run out of space in my various hampers.
Am tidying up my space and getting ready to ring in 2009 out of town -- in Pennsylvania! It's my first grown-up (as in, not in a bar, not in a club, involving proper food, conversational-level music) New Years Eve ever. Most years I either go out and have a bad time or stay home and fall asleep before midnight. I'm really excited about not having to flag down a taxi (impossible feat!) at 2:00 a.m. or try to find something to eat at 4:00 a.m. -- one year, I went out with my friend Alex and they let us into Pastis at 4:00 a.m. for a very late dinner. That year the weather was brutal, snow up to our knees, we went to at least three parties that night and I wrecked my new Marc Jacobs shoes walking through the slush. Ah well. Tomorrow? All civilized all the time. I hear that deer sleep in my friend's front lawn. That would be a lovely first thing to see in 2009.