Stranded. In the living room.

::sighs:: So, officially, I kind of fail.

Something I haven't discussed much here is the fact that a certain housemate feels all possessions in this house belong to her, regardless of where they are or who bought them or whateverthehell. Today when I went to get dressed, I discovered that my tights had been stolen. This may not seem like such a big deal but when it's eighteen degrees out and you're sick and have to travel over an hour to get to work, not having leggings to wear under your uniform can be really upsetting. Especially if you're a depressive running a fever preparing for an eleven hour work shift.

In an effort to prevent any more of my personal belongings from disappearing (over the past two weeks: one bag of sharpies, thirty-three dollars, one pair of socks which I later saw ON HER FEET, one pair tights...) I locked our bedroom door. I assumed this was one of those friendly little doors that you could slip open with a card in the latch, or pop the lock with a nail in the keyhole like we had in my parents' house. Nah-uh. Maybe I should have checked it first.

Because Crystal and I still have not been able to get into our damn bedroom.

::headdesk, sobs::

I feel awful, am running a fever, have no voice, am exhausted from working working working nonstop, and all I want to do is get into bed and sleep and I can't even get into my bedroom. Seriously, we're totally locked out! We can't even take the doorknob off because the screws are on the inside! WE HAVE NO WAY TO GET IN!!!!!

::cries:: All I want is to go to bed.... THIS ISN'T FUNNY, GODDAMMIT! STOP LAUGHING!