I just bummed a cigarette from a dude on the street. I was becoming a homicidal bitch.
Today was laundry day, and both elevators that led to the basement, where the laundry room is, were being fixed by the time I was supposed to pick up my laundry. I hate leaving laundry in the dryer because people go there and get your laundry out, and only God knows where they are going to leave your laundry. So, I always get to the laundry room in time, but not today.
Up til now, I didn't know that I lived in a labyrinth. If you need stairs to go down to the basement, you need to have a GPS or be Harry Potter. You need magic. The stairs didn't lead to the basement. The stair at the basement only led to the street. The stairs on the first floor only led to the second floor. ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!
After 20 minutes running around (and inside, and out, and inside again) the building, the elevators finally got back to work. And I got back to the laundry room 20 minutes late. As Murphy's Law says, if something can go wrong, it WILL go wrong. My laundry had been just moved out somewhere in the laundry room. I hate that. It seems like there is some spy waiting with a clock for the minute the dryer stops, to come in and get all your clean laundry out and deposit it wherever.
I was already stressed out because I hadn't smoked in 48 hours. So it just added to my frustration.
I was almost going to the grocery store to buy a pack, just so I could have one. But then I saw, through my 6th floor window, someone smoking downstairs, on the street. I rushed downstairs before he moved out - a desperate attempt to bum a cig.
The guy was nice and gave me one. Now I feel much, much more relaxed. I'm not a homicidal bitch anymore. Now I'm just a plain bad kitty.
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