Going down to the laundry room was kind of surreal... there was no one about and there were dryer sheets strewn about. I got this weird "I'm the only one left alive on the face of the planet" sort of vibe from it.
So, I put my laundry to washing, and start walking back to the elevators. Of course, 1/2 way there, I start thinking about Dani's little cupboard slamming experience earlier today, and I get spooked. This leads to my thinking about Amentyville (probably spelled that wrong) and getting even more spooked. However, I was wise enough NOT to think about the Excorsist, which probably would have rendered me immobile with horror.
Why do I do this? I'm such a wimp.
In other news:
I hate this bra. I REALLY hate this bra. I'm only wearing it because my good ones are in the laundry.
You wanted to know that. Admit it.