The cockblocking continues.
Sometime between going to bed last night, and getting up this morning, I lost my house keys. Thankfully my brother has an extra set, and dropped them off for me this afternoon, but in the interim I have no mail key. This is completely traumatising, because I don’t lose things. Ever. I’m so anal about worrying about the location and condition of every single possession I own that it’s been brought up in therapy.
Eventually I had to give up on finding my keys and just leave for work, which was a complete gong show. I slept in as late as possible (because I was up late for school) and called a cab to get to work, only to have three of four intersections we needed to drive through end up completely fubar’d by construction. I had a 15 minute grace period in which to get to work (usually takes 5) and was 15 minutes late.
75 minutes and I can leave, and go home, and make some comfort food, and watch TV, and hopefully find my keys, and get a decent night’s sleep. Please.
UPDATE: My keys got tangled in with the roommate’s and he accidentally took them on his way out this morning. Must make him purchase ice cream as apology.