Brown. Hates. My. Guts.

Which is to say, for the second time this month, Brown has refused to dry my clothes and ate my quarters, although apparently this time it's not just me, but everyone else too, so now I have wet laundry -- clean, at least, but wet -- spread all over my bed. Have I mentioned the fact that, oh yes, I also have no clean clothes?

Now isn't that just wonderful. And it gets better: my period just started, which means I was in pain today. Not cramps, but my butt and thighs ached like hell, and then my back was in horrible pain, and then I almost threw up. Twice. Didn't, but the second time I ran to the bathroom (right across the hall, by the way) and sat in the stall taking deep calming breaths and trying to figure out if I was going to die, and once I'd figured out the answer was no, I went back to my room. Shortly afterwards, the Laundry Incident occurred and I missed dinner. Ate anyway, heating up mini pizza pockets in my friend Tracy's microwave, and watched Eragon on my laptop with her -- she was with me when the Bathroom Incident occurred, and the Laundry Incident, which involved me kicking the dryer and swearing loudly.

That said, I should probably get my laundry off my bed, even though I have no idea where to put it.