Dirty Laundry

I'll admit it. Although I try to do laundry as little as possible, there's something about it that I love. Not really doing laundry, but things associated with it. I've written extensively about lint traps and their magical beauty. I don't know what it stems from, but I've always loved laundromats, especially the twirling colors in the glass-doored dryers. I love the randomness as the clothes are sent up and then plop back down, sometimes staying in the same circular position for twirl after twirl and other times changing and piling on top of one another.
Recently I've letting my dryers sheets build up in the dryer. Instead of throwing away the old ones, I keep them in the dryer and add new ones to every load. The clothes in the dryer are clean, so I figure there's no harm. I've been doing load after load since last week and now the dryer is full of them. I'm not sure if they make that much of a difference, but I can't seem to stop. I think I dream of laundry that's super fluffy and so soft that you can barely feel it on you.