Addiction

Our dryer has been broken for a few weeks now. I've been putting off major laundry waiting for them to fix it. We could still use it, but it took upwards of five full cycles to dry anything, and since the weather has been muggy air drying wasn't so much an option. Also laundromats are things that happen to other people. So I stalled on washing my bedding or anything but necessities, but they finally came in to fix it.

I just finished a load of clothes and started on my bedding. I've been having a severe case of bachelor bed. (Bachelor Bed: A condition where you surround yourself in stuff that seemed like a good idea at the time and it never leaves the bed. In my case: headphones, stuffed toys, bits of string, and so many books. Oh, and you also never actually make the bed). As I was bringing down my comforter I was about to shove it in the washer when I thought I heard the riffle of pages. Horrified I started shaking it out, wondering if I had accidentally washed a book with my first load and my sheets.
I calmed down when I remembered shaking the sheets out, and I had moved all the spare books that had been littering my bed when I took the sheets off, so there wasn't one in my comforter either. But I had a moment after that when I was still holding my comforter and I just thought, "I think this is when you know you have a problem."