My Alibi

I am.......ugh!

i am...fucked. okay, so let me paint you a mental picture. its not even 2:30 a.m. and all of the sudden i hear the space heater, the radio and the washing machine turn off. the power in my house has not gone out. im guessing a fuse blew. pff. okay, so these clothes in the washer need to get dry and im not just going to leave them in there in standing fucking water. so this laundry basket is on the ironing board next to me so i decide to wring each article of clothing out individually, and place them into the basket. half way through, my hands start burning due to the extremely cold temprature of the water. i press on. this needs to get done. so i put some stuff in the dryer for a while, finally it stopped, not all the way dry i take the clothing and place atop of the "machine" and wring out the remainder of the clothes in the basket. come to find out there is 3 inches of water pooled in the basket, and dripping onto the floor. onto my shoeless socked feet. so im tromping on this wet floor back and forth. at this point im scared that the clothes in the dryer are too wet and will probably break the damn machine. my socks are wet, my hands again feel hypothermic. and its now 3:15. fuck fuck fuck. help help help. yeah i know i could change the fuse, but i dont feel that i am in the necessary mind frame to messing with a fuse box, while standing in wet socks with wet hands and no near towel. could it get any worse? probably, but im not going to cross my fingers.