Here's a little tale about laundry. Well really it's not about laundry at all. It's about things becoming overwhelming. I fucking hate laundry. Yeah I swore, I hate it that much. I leave it and leave it and leave it...until I can't find matching socks. I hate it when socks don't match. Go figure...I would rather wear dirty underwear than go out with a mismatched pair of socks. The things I reveal on this blog, I know! So here's the thing. I let the laundry get so big that the table is completely boiling over with the splayed out arms and legs of clean wrinkly shirts and pants - basically the victims of a desperate state of helplessness wanting so badly to be folded and put away. So today I decided to try something a little different. Come along... I decided to clear off my bed and then just transfer a wee bit at a time - all I could comfortably carry without trying to carry so much that things dropped to the floor as I walked. This reminded me of tryin...