-7:00pm: Off work.
-7:25pm: Arrive at home; I need to start laundry fast so as to finish before 9pm and before I piss off my neighbours.
-7:26pm: Collecting laundry into basket, all the lighter-coloured-than-not stuff.
-7:28pm: Have the painful desire to defecate. Had been hoping this could be done after laundry so as to save time. Didn't work out.
-7:33pm: Finish up and clean up in time to realize that I only had 2 quarters in the entire house (the machines require $1.50, and as such would need 2 loonies and 4 quarters total to wash and dry). Eventually decide to get quarters out from the car once I start my load.
-7:34pm: halfway down the three flights of stairs, realize I forgot to grab laundry detergent. Drop laundry basket off in laundry room and rush back up to suite.
-7:35pm: with detergent and fabric softener, finally begin washing load of clothes. Shortly afterward, take trip out to street to grab 2 quarters from the car's stash of parking money.
-7:37pm: Finally glad to be able to relax for 25 minutes or so only to find key does not turn in door to suite. Try turning and forcing for another 10 seconds. Eventually look up and realize that door says "16" and not "20". Curse in mind for potentially scaring the crap out of neighbours; quickly rush through fire door to other side of building's third floor, feeling sheepish and embarrassed.
-7:39pm: Begin blogging; decide that "FML" succinctly explains the past 15 minutes.
