What your laundry says about you

I think you have to be Italian to run the espresso machine at the Grille because today, all the espresso beans from the top feeder shot out on to the counter and floor. All the beans on the counter I put back in the machine. All the ones on the floor I managed to step on so they were especially hard to sweep up. New Girl helped me pick them up. Jon, a vegetarian and the Out Takes (bag lunch, to-go) distributor, fetched the broom. Zyme sat around and looked stupid, as per his usual.

My birthday shoes came today!

I love them.

Last night, I bowled the highest game in the house (243) and won the pot on the lane. I'm ahead three dollars. Troy and I both had strong first games (which he attributed to "getting some" last weekend when he visited his girlfriend in Minneapolis) but then bowled pretty poorly on the second and the third. Adam and Anna cancelled the ReNew Orleans meeting and the Red Beans and Rice Dinner that was scheduled for Monday because we all needed a little break. The floor celebrated my birthday again with cake and root beer floats.

I did four loads of laundry last night and had to dry the two loads I put in the dryer twice because they were so dense. A guy from my GWS class was in the laundry room when I headed down to check on round one in the dryer. He was in the process of removing all of my clothes so he could dry his own. My jeans and sweatshirts had been sitting there for 15 minutes tops AND they were still wet. What a tool. I made sure to pay it forward and took some other girl's thongs and workout clothes out of another machine. Based on her laundry, I imagine this girl is probably a huge slut.

My Wednesday AND Thursday 8:30 classes are cancelled- Professor Fisher has to say goodbye to her son in Colorado who leaves for his second tour in Iraq on Friday- so a few of us are going to watch a movie tonight. This weekend, the campus is celebrating 10/10, Payday!!! Depending on who is reading this, I may or may not be participating in the all-campus activities to, as the shirts say, "Fight Sobriety."

All of my professors sign off in emails with "Cheers."