Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
June 12, 2003
A Morning
You know your morning is on the wrong track when you don't hit the snooze button... So maybe it didn't start bad, but it got progressively worse. Things were actually good until I got out of the shower and decided to iron my wrinkly pants. I don't mind ironing at all (although I'm not that good at it - perhaps with practice my pressing skills will improve) but I've found it can be quite dangerous. This morning the ironing board swung towards me while I was pressing near the edge, burning the top of my thigh. [Mental note: wear full pants while ironing] Ouch. I also tried to call Jon to wish him luck in today's golf tournament, but missed him. Next, I had to deal with apartment security issues. The landlord finally put the new lock in last night, so I had keys made. I told Liz that if she wasn't back at the apartment by 8:45 she would need to stop by the office to get a new key from me. Just before 8:45 she called to ask if I would leave the keys with the door open. She seemed a bit upset when I told her no. I wasn't too happy about either, especially after the landlord lectured me about security because of the open windows in her room. My first apartment was broken into because Lauren forgot to put the little tabs up and I really don't want to go through that again. Remembering this, I went into her room and closed the windows most of the way so that the tabs would work, dropping her window fan on my foot in the process. Then I waited for her and Jeremy because she didn't seem to think she'd be able to make it to the office, 3 blocks from Jeremy's apartment. I'm not mad, just confused. The same girl who always locks the front door when watching TV in the living room leaves her first-floor windows wide open and asks me to leave the front door unlocked. It was just more frustration that I wanted this morning.
Posted by criminal at June 12, 2003 10:00 AM