containing the long-awaited washer story

• Another "celebrity-look-alike" moment: I've been told that I look like the stripper in The Big Bad Swim. Not like the actress - ??? - but like the character. I haven't seen the movie, so I have no clue if there really is a resemblance.
  I'm seriously starting to wonder if I still look like myself, though.
• I do love this computer. It's a "Mac Pro Quad-Core Xeon 64-bit Workstation." Whatever that means. From my perspective, it means: fast, quiet, reliable. And it really does smell kinda cool.
• I'm a lousy failure at Christmas shopping so far. I'm not kidding. I've got about 1/8 of 1% done. Hope nobody minds if they get their stuff mid-January, half-assedly wrapped and looking suspiciously newly-acquired.
• It probably doesn't matter at this point, but the lunch date (the person, not the event) appears to be...in a world of his own.
• Last weekend, I did laundry on Saturday. Sunday, I was washing dishes. Needed to get a mug of tea from the bedside table. Attempted to do so without turning on the bedroom light first, which was a bad idea. Picked up the mug, and in moving it away from the table, knocked it against another surface. I heard the tea slosh from the mug and onto...something. Floor? Or bed? I turned on the light: it was not even just on the sheet, which is a deep sort of Army green that would have hidden it. Nope, it was on the white bedskirt. CRAP. There was nothing to do but take the mattress off the box springs, remove the bedskirt, wash it, dry it, and return it. Before bed. Only....
  I'd put the detergent in the washer, and some [Clorox] bleach, and plopped in the bedskirt and a blanket, and set it to wash. It began to fill. I was making dinner and not really paying attention - why would I? I've done laundry a thousand times before - but vaguely sensed that something wasn't right. Opened the door to the laundry closet (which is in my dining room, sort of) and the washer was still filling. Hmm. Strange. Opened the washer lid. Still filling, but very full. VERY full. OK, weird. I shut it off, and then, I heard it: trickle, trickle, trickle, from outside the washer. CRAP. Got a flashlight and looked at the side of the washer, between it and the wall. There was a pool of water in the tray - hey, I hadn't noticed that the washer was in a sort of tray, that's kind of cool - on the floor. Floating dryer lint, eeew.
  It was Sunday evening. I knew that if I called the landlords, there would be a big to-do, but nothing would likely be solved until Monday anyway, and it wasn't exactly an emergency. So I just left it. I returned my mattress to its flat position, replaced the bedding, found a different blanket for the top of the bed, and resolved to report it in the morning.
  Landlord C checked it out upon my request. It seems that the "top sensor" had "gone bad" and needed to be replaced. The soonest that it was possible to do so was Friday (i.e. 2 days ago), so would I get by until then? Well, what are my options? Yes, that was fine.
  Monday evening, after she was through with her late shift, Fluffy stopped at the apt. Her husband (D) came up & picked up my sodden bedskirt and blanket, which landlord C had spun in the washer when he was here in the afternoon, and I'd hand-wrung as well as possible. They were still REALLY wet. Fluffy & D took them home and kindly finished washing and drying them for me. How nice is that?!
  Oh, and the washer? It isn't fixed. Don't know why.
• I've been on a scrambled egg tear lately. I cannot get enough of them. Pretty much every other night for dinner for the past couple of weeks. I've always thought that food cravings indicated a nutritional deficiency, but I'm not getting a handle on what this one is trying to tell me. Still, there could be worse things, so I'm going with it.
• It's hard to believe, but I'm profoundly tired. I can barely keep my eyes open, so I'm giving in and heading to bed. Night, y'all.