My landlord sucks bunnies!

So, last night, I went home early. Ish. Y'know, early for me, which means about 9 PM. Shut up, I don't have Net access at home and I wanted to talk to Nat, and I couldn't find the energy to drag myself home anyway. And of course, when I finally do, the train decides to break down, and I miss my connection and have to go to Central Station and walk home from there. okay, hey, no biggie, it's only a 30 minutes walk, I'm used to this. However, when I finally get home at 23:30, I notice I can't get in.

As some of you may know, about four months ago, my landlord decided to change the lock on our [I share a house with two guys] front door. Without warning us. Lucky for me, the guys were already in when I arrived. They had had the pleasure of arriving to a shut door with a new lock to which they had no key the previous evening. So I copied the key from one of them, and went about my business, getting increasingly annoyed with the new lock, because it took me an average of 10 minutes to get it open.

And then one day, I couldn't get it open at all. Og course this had to happen while the guys were out as well, so we were all locked out. We [well, they] forced the door open. We were in, but the lock was butchered. Next day, we call the landlord and explain what happened. Then nothing happens. For over three months, we had no lock on our front door. Anyone could just waltz right in, especially the last month, when the remains of the lock were removed, so the door wouldn't even stay shut properly. So, last night, I come home and suddenly there's a lock on the door again. And I don't have my key with me.

He did it again!

Okay, so I should've had my key with me, that's my mistake. But is it really so strange that after three months -- three fucking months, people! -- I tend to not remember thatr I have, let alone need a kay anymore?

I tried ringing the bells, but as I suspected, the guys are at their parents', studying. So I called my parents. My dad came over, tried to force the door open, but to no avail. It was 1:40 by the time I was finally in bed, at my parents'. I have to call the landlord today and explain what happened and ask if he can come and let me in tonight.

I'm so anxious for my own place! Gah!

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Does anyone out there know wether coffee is bad for a throat infection or not? Maybe I should start drinking -- yuk! -- tea. I know I should be drinking something cold instead of just helping the infection by drinking wark coffee, tea, or anything, but fuck, do you know how cold this airco is? Man. I hate this.

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Two workmen have just come in and opened the friggin window to put some sort of ... device on the building next to us. Effing!

Fucking phonecalls!

I just seem to be destined not to get to listen to this entire song in one go. Sigh.

It's BACK!

Ye flipping gods, I had no idea how addicted I was to this thing until it went down for the last 4 or so hours. Woo.

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I kicked ass today, btw. Did a shitload of word, called people. including my landlord. I'll be able to get in. Sighage. Yeah.