I need to do laundry so badly that today I am wearing the red polo shirt that they gave me when I worked at the oshman's superstore 4 1/2 years ago. I think this may be the second time it has come off the hanger since I quit (with no warning - fuck 'em!) that awful, awful place on x-mas eve 1999. The IRS has been good to me, but not good enough to buy a washing machine. I guess I know where I'll be this evening, box of detergent and book in hand.