There was a fire in my building tonight. I woke up to firetrucks circled around my building, sparks coming from below and as I was grabbing some clothes a large fireman started pounding on my door. When I opened it the stairway was filled with smoke. Then the fireman on the roof started breaking in the skylights in the showers and the middle of the stairway. I was so scared I'm not sure how I managed to tie my shoes, but somehow I grabbed a really nice sweater and my new jacket to wear outside. For some reason I was thinking that if I had to wear one outfit all day that it should be a nice one (yeah, I don't know why I was thinking that way). So after standing outside with my neighbors for about an hour my downstairs neighbor called the landlord. The scary landlord. He was just pleasant enough about the whole thing as to grill her as to how she could let something like this happen. Nice. So, I'm back inside. I've just finished cleaning out all the glass and soot out of my shower (I give it a 2% chance the landlord will actually replace the skylight with glass instead of the fancy garbage bag covering it right now). It turns out the new laundromat people left clothes in a dryer that caught on fire (the fireman were nice enough to leave it in a laundry basket they wheeled outside all aflame for us to see). And my apartment smells like smoke.