Well, shit. I appear to be a total moron. Really, I knew I was asking for it by sitting on my bed with a glass of milk resting on a CD case, but I just had to do it anyway, didn't I?

It was all very well while I was the one who was just sitting there chilling, lying around drinking milk and eating junk food I probably wouldn't even be keeping down anyway and watching John write stuff on my computer, but then pichi IMed and John told me she had so we swapped places and - well, yeah, you can see where this is going.

The end result is that I now have to wash my bedsheets right now because they are covered in goddamn milk, and I don't have a quilt either because that is also covered in goddamn milk. Which means I don't have anything to sleep under, which means I probably won't be getting to sleep until after my quilt is washed and dried. besides, it also means that, as I'm not sure the washing machine is big enough and my landlady doesn't have a tumble drier and putting it on the line will mean waiting for hours and hours and it still probably being damp at the end of it, I'm going to have to go to a laundrette, if I can find one that launders quilts, so I can use the washers and driers there.

Shit and double shit, I really don't like laundrettes. It reminds me of being a student in Manchester and doing Student Washes that led to me sitting round in the laundrette at the halls for hours waiting for my stuff to finish being washed and dried. And you couldn't just leave it either because people would nick things if you did.

John was very nice about it and also extremely apologetic, but God knows why as it wasn't his fault I'd been a tool and left a glass of milk ON MY BED. It's not a hazard one expects to encounter when sitting down on their girlfriend's bed. Now he feels bad and I feel bad because he feels bad about something that wasn't really his fault.

Still, at least we didn't have an argument. And he's going to help me take the quilt to the laundrette tomorrow and insists on paying the laundry costs, for which I'm extremely grateful. I love him.

Quite honestly, I'm rather relieved it was just the quilt that got milk on it and not the mattress. The quilt can be shoved in the machine; a mattress would probably have to be thrown out. All things considered, it could be a lot worse, but I still rather wish that I didn't have to sit up all night as a result of having no bedsheets and no quilt, either. Still, I guess you live and learn. At least I don't have anything on tomorrow or Tuesday and can sleep all I want afterwards.