YES, THANK YOU, ZORAN. BUCKLE UP, IT’S A LONG ONE
Back story: I’m home from Boston for the summer, and my mom and I are down to one car. Meaning that I must be a functioning human being at 8am to drive her to work if I want to have my car (because small town NJ REQUIRES automotive transport).
So dummy (me) stayed up all night watching GARBÀGE movies and then just never went to sleep. So I’m running on about zero energy rn. Because of this (and, i believe, the dark energy from Leo the Lion), I ended up forgetting to check for my car keys when leaving this morning - thus locking myself and my mother outside of my home with no access to the car or a spare key. My darling sister, having taken a break from harassing me about my gender identity and sexuality, decided that she could not drive over with her copy of the key because WHO KNOWS.
This left one option, dear Zoran.
Dummy (me), in my oversized BU sweatpants and zombified state ended up dragging the ladder from the shed to my bedroom window. And like a thief in the night, I SHOVED my AC through the window and had to hoist my fat ass up through the space. As though this were not enough! I somersaulted over my beanbag chair and fell into my Spinster Box (the giant plastic bin where I keep my yarn, knitting supplies, and some romance novels), where i proceeded to get stuck for about fifteen minutes in yarn and then tangled embroidery floss.
I then managed to scramble up my keys, get my mom to work, drive back, ONLY TO SPEND AN HOUR FIGHTING WITH MY WINDOW SCREEN PANEL THING, LEAN TOO FAR OUT THE WINDOW AND TUMBLE OUT, WHERE I WAS THEN ACCOSTED BY A SMALL TOWN POLICE OFFICER BECAUSE MY NEIGHBOR REPORTED A “STRANGE MAN CLIMBING IN AND OUT OF WINDOWS.”
I also stubbed my toe on the air conditioning about twelve times. I need a hug and a nap