Lovely...

If you didn't realize that the title of this post was sarcastic, or thought that it was going to be about something good happening, I suggest going back to the 1st post and reading back through my time here. I did a load of laundry last night. After the 2 hour wash and 1 hour dry I pulled my favorite crimson work shirt out of the dryer and proceeded to put it on a hanger. I noticed a white mark near the buttons. 'Scheisse,' I thought. But it was OK since it was near the buttons and would be covered up, no problem. I pull the next article out of the dryer and there's more white marks on the shirt. Then my favorite blue shirt... more white marks similar to bleach stains. I go back to the first shirt and see that the back of the entire right sleeve is messed up. Knowing I have a full load of clothing that is ruined I say to myself, 'lovely.' With all the crap that's gone wrong here I think I'm finally numbed to it since I didn't get upset this time. Now the tally for stained/torn clothing in the past 3 months here is up to 7 shirts, 1 pair of pants (which I bought the weekend before coming), 1 pair of shorts, and 3 pair of socks. The good news is I have enough clothes to make it until my trip home next week where I can buy a new wardrobe with my unused lunch money instead of spending it on something useful like another trip or something fun.