So, I broke down, went to the laundromat tonight, after a 2-week absence. What a joke. Never been to this one before, but someone at work told me about it. Yeah...most of the washers were out of order--but manage to find four that are working. Get the wet clothes out, put them in the ONE remaining dryer (only four without "out of order" signs on them), and..the attendant comes up and says my dryer "doesn't work." Oh greaat! Lovely, fan-friggin'-tastic! And some gal had just put her wash in the only other three working dryers, and shoved tons of quarters in them, so I'd have a half hour to 45 minute wait for a dryer--screw that! So, I bundled up my wet clothes--the bag weighed at least 30 to 35 pounds, and went to ring a cab--oh, yes, the pay phone didn't work, either! So, I borrow some woman's mobile, and ring the cab company....a bit over 45 minutes later, they finally deign to show up--damn! Can't win for losing--and I hurt my back lugging the wet clothes up two flights of stairs, and now have a mess a wet clothes to drape all over my tiny little tip--erm, apartment.

And how was YOUR day? :'(

I found that 1919 penny yesterday, jokingly referred to it as my "lucky" penny..yeah, maybe not. Have I mentioned that life sucks, and then you die...?