My Friday tale of woe

I'm home sick again. I can barely speak, and I feel as though I am on the verge of coughing up something I'd rather not discuss.

Anyhoo, because I am a consummate Type A, I felt a compulsion to do laundry in my sickened state. I washed only two small loads: 1 of jeans that I could hang on my drying rack and my new set of white jersey knit sheets to strip and change my bed as soon as the illness goes away.

I just went back to put the sheets in the dryer. The crapass washer ruined my sheets. They are now stained this hideous brownish shade and the flat sheet has a huge brown spot on it. I don't know if the machine had rust in it, bad water, whatever. But they are ruined. So, on top of being really focking sick, I have to trek over to the rental office and request compensation for my nice brand new white-now-brown-sheets.

Calgon, take me away.