a pat on the back or a little feather

tea is the perfect slow-dance partner.  she's light enough to fit perfectly in one's arms, and she's small and warm and wiry.  she doesn't tense up her arms and legs, like, for instance, empress.  she smells good.  she automatically puts her little hands on your shoulders and holds on.  and the whole time, she makes these adorable little screaming whiny noises without actually struggling at all.  she lets you kiss her little head.  and you feel pity and put her down quickly so there's no possibility of ever getting really tired!

it's finnish father's day, a nice excuse, wax insists, to call my daddy.  he's still asleep at the mo so i'm going to get dressed and try to sign up for some quality time in the laundry room in building 30 A.

gee whiz, if i only had a brain

it took me almost an hour but i found the laundry room.  the layout of the student village is sort of random, but my immediately turning in the wrong direction played a part in it.

i got there at last to sign up for time and discovered:

a) i didn't know what time it was and
b) i didn't have a timepiece or my phone but
c) i didn't really need to sign up because the place was almost empty and people had hardly signed up at all but
d) i could've done my laundry right then but i hadn't brought any with me, because i assumed the machines would be full.

i'm thinking i'll go back with a sackful and do one load while i read and munch and listen to music, after i've maybe tidied the kitchen a little.  it is still too early to call daddy. 

i also discovered, by the way, that

e) it's about one minute's walk from the closest stairwell, if you count going up and down the stairs.

i can't remember the name of the strip this icon came from, but it was linked by omega_h and it was very funny.