The Laundromat was a great time... I sat and listened to Bright Eyes for half an hour. About half way though my laundry adventure I got to thinking... There are 18 washing machines in this place. So why did I choose the one that I did? For some reason this question bugged me. Out of all the machines I could have put my work clothes in I choose one, but why that one? Was it the location in comparison to the door? Or did I just have a good feeling about that one? I couldn't figure it out... They were all the same; how did I choose? THEN I got to thinking: "Why the fuck does it even matter?"... For some reason; it did. I think my philosophy class is fucking with my head.