Do laundry.
*lays on the couch in a puddle of sweat gasping and panting*
However lugging a granny cart overflowing with clothes up the three flights of stairs we're not so sure of.
I need a boyfriend/helper monkey/laundry slave/pulley system/elevator/telekinesis or some shit.
*gasp pant sweat wheeze gasp pant sweat wheeze*
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