Ugly Truth #237 about The Biz: You might have to buy more underwear.

I still haven't picked up my laundry. The yellow ticket has been burning a hole in my wallet for two weeks, which is the length of time my skivvies have been in the care of the Asian guys who laundered them for me. I actually purchased a five pack of new panties a few days ago after noticing the shortage in my drawer.

As an office PA for an independent film with a $25 million dollar budget I just can't get over there to go pick it up. It's not that I'm too tired to do it or that I just don't want to--no, I would be happy to do laundry if my work shift did not, as a general rule, encompass the entire 12 hours that the laundromat is open. I could take extreme measures and wake up early, but being sleep deprived has a funny way of making you tell your alarm clock, "not today" any day you don't have to be at work.

I could do it over the weekend, I suppose, although my sleep deprivation tends to spill over, and

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for three weekends in a row I have slept until I had to be somewhere...I have thus far refused to give up my social life altogether because I feel like I should at least get SOME time for fun. I jam pack my weekends with activities and events and never seem to spend enough time on rest or chores.

I'm due to set up a date with my pillow; and believe me, I've been trying. It seems like any time I go home with the intention to sleep though something always comes up in the meantime that keeps me awake. I have no shortage of unfinished projects.

So, for now, I keep planning, looking forward to the day when I finally have nothing to do. And in the meantime I will have to squeeze in twenty minutes to go pick up my laundry.