Unfolded clothes

Cold is never mens' best friend. I thought I was smart enough to do my laundry on a weekday; on a day where the wind never seem to cease. I was even smarter to chuck the jacket insulating me into the washing machine and walk back home with only a real thin T. As a result, I caught this extremely friendly cold who's stuck to me like an old pal. Go away cold! The pile of laundry seen above... is what I'll be sleeping with for the night. I need a RedBull to get them folded at this hour, or else tomorrow it is!

At least.. La Porchetta for dinner under Sky Tower. Hikki!