Airing the Dirty Laundry

So. I bought a washing machine the other day. Had to. It was supposed to help make life a little less dysfunctional. As is obvious, I haven't been able to get it to work. There was a book about the realities of life versus enlightenment (which I am not a follower of), called "After the Ecstacy, the Laundry", and I am hoping to find some kind of epiphany come to me as I rinse and squeeze, some epiphany would be good, round about now...