I don't know what I'm doing more than half of the time.
Ah, living alone.
A couple years ago I told a friend that one of my favorite things about living alone and having my own washer and dryer is putting my pyjamas or sweatshirts or whatevers into the dryer for about fifteen minutes and then putting them on while they're still warm. Her response was, "You're such a baby!"
That may be true, but I bet she went home and put her socks in the dryer. And I bet it made her a believer.