Underwear

In Primary school when we did sex education, (the subject in which they tell you that sex makes babies and that girls will get there periods while boys voices will change.) we were told to always, “change your underwear every day.”
Of course we all went “no dah, that’s so Gross.” But that was while we still had mum washing our clothes. After about a week of barely getting out of bed unless it was needed, (or late and slow when it is needed) of just scraping through life doing the bare minimum, (eat food, stare at wall, call in sick, stare at table, lie in bed, stare at ceiling) clean underwear starts to run short. Sitting on the toilet staring at worn underwear somehow makes those words from primary school come to mind. And the fresh thought “So does that mean that I should free ball it??”