Sunday funday, well more like chillday. It was the perfect
day to do laundry, much needed loads of laundry. The trio of Anglo-Saxons
filled their bags and marched to the bigger, and better, laundry mat near their
LCL bank. It was expensive, about eight bucks per load, but actually more convenient
than the other laundry mat. Kate and I sat on a table and chatted while Paula
talked to her father. After the laundry was finished we returned to the dorm
and, shockingly, went to Les Docks. If you haven't noticed reader, Les Docks
and the university library is where we hang out; we're such cool cats. The only
chore that we didn't do was go the university bookstore, mostly since it is off
campus and a pain to go to, but it could definitely wait. For dinner we had
some Subway, which is way subpar compared to the States version, and there I
did something stupid. Kate offered me some hand sanitizer before we ate which
I, the hyperclean American, would normally have taken. No, tonight my stomach
was growling and the sandwich was sitting before meeting waiting to be devoured.
I told Kate that I would be fine since I had washed my hands about thirty
minutes before in the restrooms. I also added, "and if I get sick it's my
own fault." Idiot, idiot, idiot. Karma has a charming way of biting me. That
night I felt fine, a little sleepy, but everything was ok at the moment.
Seriously karma, go away!
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