OMG, swamped, so I have nothing to say except this:
This morning, returning from the train station and going into my house to get ready for work, I couldn't get the door open. I kept putting the key in and it would. Not. Turn. I was freaking out, like, holy shit, I can't get into my house, I think there are spiders crawling on me, oh my God, I am going to die out here.
I was out there for maybe 35-40 minutes, trying the key again and again, but nothing. I was weeping with panic and just couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Finally, totally dejected, I went to sit on the hood of my car and text a message to Mr. Pink letting him know I was stuck outside when I looked down at my keys and...
Uhm, yeah, I was using the wrong key.
I have PMS, motherfuckers, what do you want from me?
Oooh! Live Free or Die Hard, best named movie ever and sequel to my absolute favorite action franchise EVAH, opens today, woooo!