Um... There was a fire in my apartment building about an hour and a half ago. I'm fine, and everyone here is fine. The only damage really done was to one of the dryers in the basement. Apparently the belt slipped on it, and so it was heating up, but not spinning. Luckily the clothes were still damp enough that they smoked for a few minutes before catching on fire. It gave Tim, who was doing laundry at the same time as I, enough time to realize what was going on, alert everyone on premise, and call 911.
When Tim came to get me, I was upstairs in my apartment, and the smell of smoke was just starting to make it through to me while typing on the computer. Maybe a minute after I got outside, the firemen arrived. It was just in time too, since right about when they got the hose to the basement door (which on the back side of the building), we started seeing flames through the smoke. So the Firemen went in, did their thing, and put out the fire. It probably only took about fifteen minutes to half an hour for them to fully put it out, but it seemed like a much longer time to me.
So yeah. Once it was out, the firemen started looking upstairs in the apartments for any flames that might have made it up. None did. It is about this time that I should describe the condition down the the basement of my apartment building. It contains a great deal of old wood, and free hanging insulation. Therefore it did not surprise me when the Chief took aside Tim, and thanked him for calling so quickly, and yes I was eavesdropping at the time. Apparently the building would have gone up completely if he had called just two minutes later.
Later on, once things had calmed down somewhat, I walk around back to see how bad the damage was. And I realize that the dryer that went up was the one that had my clothes/sheets in it. The only thing I can really think at that time was that could have been me. The clothes were pretty damaged. And while I found it somewhat amusing (probably the hysteria catching up to me) that some of them were melted instead of burned, it was still pretty scary to be faced with a soggy pile of charcoal.
So Yeah. That was my night, and I'm safe thanks to my neighbor, and the firemen here in Fairfax. Now I think I want to go to bed, and forget this happened for a while. I can buy sheets tomorrow.