Stood up

I've been stood up. I rushed home, changed, cleaned up the apartment, and here I sit. Alone. Sad. Dirty clothing with no where to go. The washing machine repair man was supposed to be here at 7. It is now 9:30 and there is no repair man. He has forsaken me. He has forsaken my clothing. Now he says he won't come until Friday. I need him now! My life is meaningless without him. I have shit to wash!

I weep for my laundry.