00:00 < gothlios> my door key snapped off in the deadbolt.
00:00 < gothlios> in through the window.
00:00 < gothlios> phoner to a friend with a dupe.
00:00 < gothlios> at 230am.
00:01 < gothlios> because I'll be damned if I'm leaving a house unsecured while I'm at work {on Sunday}.
00:01 < gothlios> get that taken care of and tested.
00:01 < gothlios> pull the key-stub out with pliers.
00:01 < gothlios> take pix.
00:01 < gothlios> document the rent in my leg from the bike in the alleyway.
00:01 < gothlios> pizza in oven.
00:01 < gothlios> wait 10.
00:01 < gothlios> eat, collapse.
00:01 < gothlios> work, blog.

Thanks loads to Roy for actually being awake and available. And willing to put up with me drunk, pissed off and otherwise put out over the whole "crawling in through a window" thing. This isn't the first time I've had to do it, but it is the first time it's been a first floor window and not my fault (the last time it was my fault, I got in through a second floor window, but that was another house and another ((larger)) set of bruises).

When this roommate deadbolts the door, it takes a motherfucking RHINOCEROS to turn the fucking lock. I'm sure his torque is handy for jars and shit, but his lack of consideration for my vastly inferior musculature is rivaled only by my ability to blast 80s pop and power noise at the least convenient parts of his sleep cycle.

In the process of getting into Teh Haus, I forcibly dislocated a nickel's worth of skin from my left shin and smashed the hell out of my left elbow. The elbow smash is just now starting to make noise, and boy, that noise is grumpy.

Good thing my major design obligation for the weekend has been taken care of.