I'm at the laundromat. I'm only here because Mike won't let me wash his rag quilt for the first time in our washing machine.
It really stinks like wet, sour clothes, nasty mildew, and like maybe there is something rotting in one of the trash cans.
I want to barf. and then bleach my nose so I don't have to smell it ever again.
I really hope I don't have to come back here again. ever.