Yesterday, upon arriving at a meeting in the East Bay, I reached into my pocket and was jabbed by something sharp. It turns out the key to the front door of my building had snapped in half! Just like that. Randomly.
I managed to get into my building by calling a neighbor, but then I felt like I was under house arrest. I couldn't leave to take out the garbage. I couldn't go to the gym. I couldn't get groceries. Just knowing I couldn't leave my home was uncomfortably constricting, so I decided to watch The Hills.