Washing machine purchase
I’ve been accused of being too cynical in these things, so I’m going to try to write a happier gopher log entry. Let me know how it works out.
Yesterday, I entered into the fun and exciting world of appliance ownership. I got a washer and a dryer from hhgregg, so on Sunday, when they’re delivered, I can do laundry. My supply of clean clothes is distressingly low, so the addition of more noisy, power-guzzling devices to the apartment is something that I eagerly await. I think that I’ll buy a toaster for my next purchase. Or maybe a blender, so that I can crush ice on a whim. I don’t usually have many ice-crushing whims, but I would want to be prepared.
I’m going to try to start waking up earlier in the mornings. My routine thus far has been to wake up at the last possible minute and go through the process of showering, dressing, and getting into the car in a single, stumbling motion. I’d like to have some more time in the mornings to enjoy some coffee, maybe read a book, and contemplate life for a while before returning to the fast-paced, demanding world of employment. This morning I woke up at 10 minutes before 8, instead of 20 minutes after it, and it was quite enjoyable. I had some coffee and learned a little about the history of the semicolon. Mornings aren’t really all that bad; I think it’s just the jarring experience of being removed from slumber that makes me despise them.
Another nice thing about waking up early is that the radio options are slightly better. Mike is in Massachusetts, so I’m left to fend for myself as far as transportation, and I certainly couldn’t bear to drive to work in a silent car. Morning radio options kind of suck, so I usually end up at least trying to listen to WREK. Before 9am, WREK plays a reasonably pleasant classical music show, which further helps with the goal of relaxing a bit so that I’m not totally stressed-out before starting the day. However, at 9 they switch to the jazz show. I don’t actively hate jazz, but I don’t seek it out, either. WREK, of course, in their quest to cleanse the spectrum of dull music, tends to find and play the unlistenable extremes of any genre, and when presented with pieces like “20 Minutes of Saxophone Noodling in G,” I find myself again forced to find another station or endure the silence. I suppose it serves as a good indicator that I’m late for work.