And then the dryer started making funny smells aside from the dysosmia, machine-oil smells, so I took my mostly-dry duvet out and ran.
I did not even find $5, so this story can't even be saved with the universal ending of, "And then I found $5." But I did get myself an apple fritter, which stayed an apple fritter the entire time I was eating it, so that counts for something, I suppose.
I'm going to turn down social offers and then go collapse on the couch for awhile. I have more stuff I want to talk about, but, echh, laundromat, bleh.