Laundry Day

So today I got the key from Matt and did my laundry next door for the first time. Unfortunately, the dryer over there is not so great. Each load of clothes came out of its hour of tumble-drying hot and moderately damp. As a consequence, my room has been turned into virtually one big clothes rack. There are jeans hung over my closet door, on my coat hangers, on the extra ladder for the bunk bed, on the standard ladder for the bunk bed, over the back of my chair, here here there there everywhere.
But I'm free! I'm free from annoyance, free to turn this into an amusing story to relate here. My clothes are clothes! And they are engaged in the activity of drying! I'm freed to see just how real it all is. I'm freed to see the humor in my situation, and the humor in how I'm enjoying it way too much.
Objectively, this is a pretty average day, but it's the best day I've had in awhile.