Things I Have Noticed in my Apartment Complex's Laundry Room Tonight

Only one, thing, actually: My bicycle, like most of the bicycles chained to the rack in there, no longer has a seat. When I amortize that over the three and a half years I've lived here, though, it will probably cost me less than the accumulated not-startings, inadequate dryings, and general fuckings-up of the laundry machines themselves.

This concludes our already spotty observance of the rental agency's "Do not store bicycles in the apartments" policy.