Because I don't have time for a real entry

The note I just sent to Mom and Hawk...

Did you know laundry is not a scalable project?  Doing more laundry is not really like just doing laundry, only 'more.'  Yesterday was seven hours of franticness, running back and forth with the little carts in the laundrymat, stuffing things in bags as fast as I could, and now you can barely move in this apartment.  There are approximately thirty garbage bags, some clean, some still dirty, some even still wet - I've got to stick my hands into every one and make sure they're dry, then label them.  We're climbing over them in order to get from one side of the room to the other.  I'd strongly suggest not coming here until we have a chance to at least start on getting this sorted out. 

Limply,
--Doe

after all that...

After killing myself to get those thirty bags of laundry done, after using up ten hours of my Annual Leave time...  the management company decided not to spray in our half of the building. 

The 'smite' icon is not really how I feel, though.  I mean.  Well.  Sorta.  But it made us shake a lot of dust out of the corners, which may help our allergies, so it may be a good thing.