At 8:55 am this morning, I found that I had locked myself in my apartment. Yes, locked in.

My front door has a chain lock which I secure every night before I go to bed. Last night I must not have been paying attention because the part that slides into the plate was half in half out. The diameter of the chain end fits within a few millimeters of the opening, but the angle of how it was stuck in the night before prevented it from aligning correctly. I struggled with the darn thing for ten minutes, all the while imagining the sheer ridiculousness of having to call someone to rescue me. Finally, already late for work, I liberated myself with a cry of exasperation. Nuts, it was just nuts.

*Reasons I Hate My Apartment
(Reasons #1 and 2 disappeared when my previous web host screwed me over with their ineptitude.)