My roommate took some laundry this morning, including some of my shit. Props for that, right?
Well, my keys are in one of those pants pockets. I can't lock the door when I leave for work, can't drive to work, can't get number to call in to work... it's in the car. Dang.
--Hopefully that's where my keys are hiding.
What to do today?
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