Laundry Time!
Monday morning: Come back from French speaking exam, grumbling about the injustice of preconceived answers to an open-ended question. Kick off wet, salty shoes, put on dry, comfy shoes. Change out of cute layering ensemble into laundry t-shirt. Gather up homework and metric ton of laundry, and leave room, accidentally slamming door on way out. Go three steps down hallway, realize forgotten detergent, go back. Get detergent, leave room, accidentally slamming door on way out. Wait for elevator.
Wait for elevator.
Wait for elevator.
Hear loud clanks, bangs, and a possible scream come from elevator. Have panic attack. Get on elevator, while having panic attack. Compose self. Get off elevator, begin Lord of the Rings type journey to laundry room. Swear hallway gets longer the further I go. Enter laundry room, immediately pit out shirt. Relieved to be the only one there. Notice one other washer going with 31 minutes left. Load washers, add detergent. Go to washer activation card reader. Put U-card into card reader. Realize card was put in backwards. Watch card activator have a conniption, then angrily spat out U-card at my face. Put U-card in correctly, press washer 8.
Press washer 8.
Press washer 8.
Washer 8 activated. For reasons unknown, other washer activates without a hitch. Start wash cycle. Die of thirst. Yell at wallet for only containing a twenty. Apologize for yelling, and congratulate wallet for having a twenty. Look to see if anyone saw me talking to a wallet. Find four quarters, buy Powerade. Marvel at new bottle design. Begin review work for French. Work on review work for French. Lose interest in subjunctive tense. Laundry room isolation broken by dazed out undergrad. Dazed out undergrad is wearing a white wife-beater, that it two sizes too big and sweatpants that cling to his manbits in a most unfortunate way. Experience intense resume of interest in subjunctive tense. Dazed out undergrad leaves. Check washer for time. Realize the washer that was at 31 minutes is still at 31 minutes, requesting a restart. Restart washer. Work on French work. Notice washer has one minute left. Stand by washer. Washer has one minute left.
Washer has one minute left.
Washer has one minute left.
Hell freezes over, washer has one minute left.
Washer finishes. Separate clothes into different dryers. Empty lint trap. Lint comes off in sheet. Ew. Start dryers. Work on French work. Take clothes out of dryer and begin folding. Pick blonde hair off t-shirt. I don’t have blonde hair. Ew. Find balled up socks that are still damp. Stop caring. Put clothes into basket. Go back up to room, accidentally slamming door on way in. Put clothes into piles according to drawer, on floor next to desk. Realize I put my undies on a surface I won’t walk barefoot on. Ew. Put clothes away, save for the last drawer. Attempt to open last drawer.
Attempt to open last drawer.
Threaten drawer.
Attempt to open last drawer.
Brace feet against bottom of dresser. Use all of my strength. Fly backwards against bed, while simultaneously scraping arm on drawer.
Drawer is open. Put clothes into drawer. Attempt to close drawer.
Attempt to close drawer.
Put all my weight behind me and attempt to close drawer.
Take opposite approach, barely push on drawer.
Drawer closes. Put laundry baskets in their rightful places. Change back into cute layering ensemble, and wet, salty shoes. Go to math lecture, nursing scrape, which now looks like a hickey.
Quote du Jour: 'Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?'