Injustice!

somewhere between confusing Vivaldi and Handel and a series of rough coffs, I realised my laundry should be dry.

Should be.

There's nothing more dissapointing than fidning a pile of wet laundry in a drier. Man, that waste of time cost me a buck. And to add insult to injusry, I have a stupid cold. Stupid Cold.

The Injustice of it all!