believe it or not: my first realization that i'm not accustomed to living on my own came care of my mother, 8 months after i'd left, and was on my way back (temporarily, of course.) i didn't pack what i thought was my laundry detergent. my mother expressed surprise at finding fabric softener in my possession. for obviously, i would be too lazy to use such a thing. but actually i hadn't payed attention at the store, and for the past 8 months have been doing my laundry with fabric softener. i'm a fucking moron.