A few nights ago I had a nice ~conversation with a guy accross the table from me in a food court. During the conversation I recieved my first offer of a beer in a long time. (For the record, I declined).
Last night I got back at 10:04, which is, admittedly, after 10:00. My calls did not produce signs of anyone. At the present time the regular gate locker is away, so I have no phone number for the current one.
Having a little more adreneline in me than is good for rational thought (I had run to the gate knowing I was late), I decided to scale the gate to the property, spikey points and all. This resulted in a slight tear in my pants and a slight puncture of my hand.
While I was squeezing blood out of the puncture wound, I came to the gate at the bottom of the stairs, also locked. I have made friends with two guys inside the property gate and outside the stair gate. After trying unsuccessfully to help me contact the key keeper, they led me up the fire escape stairs to the roof where we found a door unlocked through which I was able to decend to my room.
So, if anyone is very determined, they can get inside my building.
It took awhile to fall asleep. I’ll blame it on adreneline. I wish I had a spellchecker.
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