Questionable Existance (Repost since I accidentally deleted it, but managed to copy the text.)

Well. Today has just started off fantastically.

I have had another night of sleepless sleep. Waking up at varying hours over the course of the night until I finally just got out of bed around 9.

I go downstairs to do laundry. Everyone of the four washers is full. I come back down about 20 minutes later, still full. One of the girls that live here has their mother here doing her laundry. That woman is using three of the fucking washers. I believe two of the fucking dryers. So my laundry is sitting in one of the washers wet while I wait for a god damn dryer. And it is okay since I obviously don't need my work clothes cleaned for TONIGHT. Of course not.

Gah.

My roommate wakes up. Changes clothes or some shit. And leaves. Locking the door behind her. I am obviously not in the room or anything, right?

I am already over today, and I haven't been wake very long.

I love non-existance. It is just fucking fantastic.