AT THE LAUNDRY DEPOT

At the Laundry Depot, I do a lot of things. Firstly, my laundry, both the dark colors and the lights. I should say that my bedsheets are dark red and have stained my actual bed red. And my walls. Shit. Thanks TARGET. You and your cheap sheets have failed me. I ignore solicitors who try to sell me pirated DVDs and CDs. I watch The Food Network when I'm lucky. But lately, it's it's been Telemundo. That's how I've come across the wonderful "El Rostro de Analia." IT IS SO GOOD.

Seriously. It's about this woman who attempts murder on another woman, but a doctor transplants the face of the killer to the victim.. and DUN DUN DUN!! So Mariana ends up with Analia's face and has no memory of her past but ends up learning about Analia's dealing with the drug trafficking world, etc etc. No, my Spanish did not improve so much that I can now enjoy trashy soap operas in Spanish. It's because the Laundry Depot, for some reason, has English closed captioning. It's a little weird.

I also read at the Laundry Depot. S and I were supposed to have gotten to page 100 of "The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter" by this weekend, but I'm not sure if that's going to happen considering I'm taking two more shifts at the restaurant over the weekend and I have lesson planning to complete. But, I did want to share this quote from the novel:

"The hot afternoon passed slowly and Mick still sat on the steps by herself. The fellow Motsart's [sic] music was in her mind again. It was funny, but Mister Singer reminded her of this music. She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram full of people. It was funny, too, how loneseome a person could be in a crowded house. Mick tried to think of some good private place where she could go and be by herself and study about this music. But though she thought about this a long time she knew in the beginning that there was no good place."

This is going to be a sad novel. I mean every other line is an analogy to music. And music is fucking depressing when it's good. So here are some people I like to listen to when I'm sad:

And this video always cinches it, Fiona Apple covering Elvis Costello's "I Want You." Sweet Jesus, it's good:


It's Friday, and I'm going to lie face down in warm laundry. I decided not to be a cheap ass and spend an extra 25 cents letting my clothes dry six more minutes in the dryer.

Your Ms. Excitement,
t