Friday, November 3

calamity cheryl

I finally got my door fixed. That's right, no more padlocks on my imaginary meth lab!

The door was installed on Wednesday and it has the type of lock that can lock automatically. I forgot about this feature, when, at 7:30 this morning, I decided to gather my recycling and put it in the hallway to get it out of the way. The door slammed behind me and I was locked out, barefoot in ratty sweatpants and a dirty t-shirt, mascara smudged, wearing my broken glasses, it was also freezing on the marble floor. Luckily, my neighbor across the hall let me in and I called a locksmith and paid $70 for him to pick my new lock.

It's been that kind of day.

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