Right. So, I'm feeling reasonably decent after last night's escapades, but I'm still looking at an entire day filled with mild to moderate nausea because fuck my alcohol tolerance.
We had a couple towels on the floor of the bathroom, because that's apparently where towels are stored. I mean, the one was used as a sort of dog-drying station/bathmat, but it didn't necessarily need to stay down there (except it kinda does, because we don't have any goddamn storage space for anything besides makeup). Since these were things and they were on the floor, the dogs had adapted to using them as an in-house outhouse, and they'd both been peed on. The one in particular was nice and crusty yellow.
Then one of them got wet because our shower cabinet leaks like a bastard and also the drain clogs up all the damn time because using and cleaning the removable hair trap is hard and icky. I mean, sure, you need to remove and clean the thing out 4-5 times over the course of a shower to prevent flooding, but it honestly does help the main drain last longer. It's been a long time now since I last melted the biomass down in those pipes, so I suppose the flooding is more or less on schedule.
Since the one towel got wet, apparently both of them needed to be hung up to dry. Without having the urine rinsed out of them first. By the time I woke up today, the whole apartment reeked of dog piss, which wasn't doing my stomach's stability any favors.
I only really noticed it after taking the dogs for a walk first and experiencing fresh, sooty inner-city air. Then I opened the door coming home and was met by the wall of piss-air and just about lost yesterday's lunch.
I tried rinsing them out in the shower without getting myself completely wet, but that's bound to fail on account of the showerhead being poorly connected and spewing streams of water in three different directions. And also the towels are saturated with hair from lying on the floor, so the shower cabinet kept overfilling and sloshing over the sides, onto me and my socks.
The one towel has at least had the outer layer of piss crystals removed now, and I punched the window open to air things out a bit (it's been sealed shut for the past couple weeks, because outside is cold and heating is expensive, or so I am told).
All in a day's hork.
Also I'm reminded that the youngest still is in dire need of veterinary attention, which I guess falls to me to arrange and pay for as it's clear nobody else is going to; and that the one thing that brings me happiness is hopelessly expensive on my "congratulations on being an invalid" pity pay.
Oh right, and the trip to Poland wasn't as planned out as I'd been lead to believe, and in fact I have no place to stay while there.
EDIT: Did I mention that this building's private laundromat charges a little over $2 per wash or dry? And that you can only access them via a specific card which can only be filled by handing cash to the building's super on the days and times when he's actually available for making such a transaction?
No?
Well, there it is.