Laundry

I cannot complain about the freelance writer’s life. I make my own hours. I can work from wherever I want (mostly local cafés). And I can sleep until noon if I so choose. The only problem I’ve been able to find is that, since I don’t usually go into the office, I sort of stopped changing my clothes, like, ever. I mean, I change my socks and underwear of course. But I’ve been wearing the same jeans, T-shirt and sweater for about, oh, three weeks now.

Don’t believe me? Have you seen me in the past three weeks? Was I wearing a black T-shirt that snaps up the front and a black zip-up hoodie? I thought so.