The Dryer Must Be Way Mightier Than The Sword, Then

Well, in the latest display of sheer unmitigated brilliance, I left a pen in a pocket, doing laundry. At least two button-down shirts are ruined, to say nothing of a few undershirts which now belong on a Dalmatian.

Shit.

Those were good shirts, too. I liked 'em. Guess I'll have to head for the mall, sometime in the future, to replace 'em. It sure isn't happening this week, we're knee-deep in rehearsals for Urinetown, opening this Friday. It's gonna be a good show.

Have a good one, folks. And for pete's sake, check your pockets when doing laundry. Sheesh.