It's not a whim, You know?

I had to do laundry. HAD TO. I haven't done laundry since I got here, so there were 3 washers worth of clothes. It took 2 hours. I worked on homework the entire time, saving a brief trip to dunkin. Mary and I had a laundry and homework party... it was great. Her clothes were done first, so she left to go do stuff.
I do not have a room key and this occurred to me as I was folding my laundry. at almost 3 ae em. Without a key you can't even get into the stairs or elevator. The thought crossed my miind that i would have to camp out in the basement if Mary were alseep. My only resource was to call her.
I tried to turn on my phone (it was low on juice so I turned it off), and nothing happened. My phone died in the laundry room of the building to which I lost my key. Then I remembered- there's a pay phone outside the laundry room. I gathered my stuff and moved outside, knowing that i had enough change to call her and get her down there to help me.
I do not have mary's phone number memorized. the first 6 digits, area code included, are the same as mine, but that's it. So I had no way of getting a hold of her, or anyone who could possibly come rescue me (i've known these people for about a month, and while they are all good friends by now, it takes me up to 6 months to have phone numbers memorized). That left me worried, because the plan was to go upstairs to my room, grab the typewriter, and get everything pretty for my fiction writing class tomorrow at nine, fall asleep around 5:30, wake up at 8:30, and run to class. it all would have been perfect.
However, I had to figure out extra, non locked elevators, talk to security guards, and bang on my door until Emi, another roommate of mine, woke up from the noise.
RIght now all I want to do is sleep. and my phone still isnt working right. That means no alarm.
These are the reason that I am not going to fiction writing tomorrow/this morning,