got locked out
the first hour of today sucked.
I woke up on my own. if that happens, it means I’ve overslept. I very rarely wake up before the alarm, so if I wake up on my own, I probably forgot to set it.
… or plug it in if it doesn’t have enough battery to last the night.
so the clock said to me, “3:30,” and I couldn’t believe I had slept until 3:30 in the afternoon. and then I remembered that Indiana had Connecticut, at home, two hours ago. so I checked the score. we lost. fuck.
and then I got in the shower, and came back upstairs and remembered the movies I had due back, so I figured the hell with it, I would take them back before work. I’m gonna be 15 minutes late. they’ll live.
so, long story short, I put my shoes on, pull a sweater on, put my hat on, make sure I have the god damned movies, and pull the door shut behind me and lock my keys in the apartment.
so by some weird grace, I can remember my landlord’s home phone number. it’s an easy one to remember, once you’ve heard it, so I went across to the street and called him on a payphone. remember, my cell phone was dead.
he didn’t answer. I haven’t seen my landlord in literally six months. and I didn’t remember the phone number at work.
so just then, my downstairs neighbor walked by, and she let me come inside to use a cell phone. I called the landlord again, he didn’t answer. so I weighed my options, and then went back around the house to my door and decided to punch through the glass. so I balled my sweater up on my fist and started punching at the glass, and getting nothing.
I was only hitting it marginally hard and I’m apparrently a weakling, cause it didn’t give. but by punching the motherfucker, all of the lattice work gave out on one cross, and a pane of glass came loose. so the door’s fucked up, and needs fixing pronto, cause now you can simply let yourself into the house. I may be able to fix it, but I think I need a second opinion – or my landlord to just do it for me. which would be the best idea.
and then I got to work late, and that was that. and now I’m at home after work, and my door’s busted and I work again tomorrow, and it’s a weird feeling to be alone.
