I still can't believe I've been ironing these clothes for 17 hours straight. My arms hurt, my back hurts, and don't even get me started on my thighs. It's like I'm trapped in some sort of sartorial Groundhog Day.
I tried to take a break, but the laundry just won't finish itself! It's like it's mocking me, daring me to try and stop. I swear, I've seen more wrinkles on this one load of clothes than I've seen on my aunt's face at a bad facelift.
But still, I press on. For I am a warrior, a hero, a laundry warrior. I've got my trusty iron, my steaming hot water, and my unwavering determination. I'll conquer this mountain of clothes, no matter how many wrinkles it throws at me.