I DAMN WELL SHOULD NOT HAVE TO BRING MY FUCKING KEYS WITH ME TO GET CLOTHES!!! I could see if I were getting clean clothes for the laundry room, maybe taking them just in case. If I went to a landromat, I'd have to bring them. But I wasn't getting clean clothes from a laundry room, I was getting them from my dresser in the "sun-room." It's really fucking annoying sometimes that I can be both IN my apartment and LOCKED OUT of my apartment at the same time. It happened to KC and I when we first moved in here. We slept in the sun-room on empty boxes and called our landlord in the morning. That's when I met Mwanz (the disappearing Hold singer); we used his phone. Well, it just happened to me now. I ran in to get my Cher Farewell Tour shirt (it's all I can think of to wear today with my green cut-off cords), the wind took the door (I have almost all the windows open in here), and the door slammed. Of course it was locked. Luckily for me, those construction guys are still around all the time. They're working on the place next door. Miles was kind enough to let me in to get ready for work, laughing the whole time and telling me about all the people he saw locked out of their cars yesterday. My landlord was down there too. But I didn't want to interrupt; he was talking to someone about small claims court. He confirmed that we were staying and the rent was not increasing and told me that they'll be re-doing the kitchen in a few weeks (months? I can't remember. I wasn't listening. I wanted to shower and drink coffee).