Fuck me, I hate being frustrated. I decided to take a trip up the street to our local coffee place, Sven’s. It was nice and I got some peace and quiet to play uninterrupted on my new DS game. It helps that the place has WIFI too, I traded a couple of Pokemon to someone in Japan. Heh. I even got to do my good deed for the day, there was a lady there having a problem with the wifi on her iBook so I helped her out a little. Got that fixed and then headed home. That was where the problem started.
It takes about fifteen minutes to walk there and fifteen minutes to walk back. I got home and I’m standing in front of the lobby door, searching for my keys to open the door. I search and search, and I cannot find them so I start to get a little panicky. I figure that I’ve left them at Sven’s, so I walk all the way back up there. Oh, did I mention that it was RAINING? 
They weren’t at Sven’s and the lady who I helped out with her computer asks if she can do anything to help. I said no, but thanks and started to head home. By this time, I feel like an idiot for looking a bunch of keys that weren’t there and I’m getting frantic about Nick not letting me in for forgetting my keys. I get home eventually and buzz Nick upstairs. I talk to him over the intercom and he sounds slightly pissed. I walk in the door with my head hung in shame and Nick asks what’s wrong. I tell him the whole story about how I thought he’d be angry at me and then I burst into tears out of sheer frustration. He gives me a hug and I calm down a little.
Turns out, I’d left them on the kitchen table and locked myself out. I’m such a dumbass.
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