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I was pretty worried about not having my keys the other day, and didn't explicitly mention that Elli did not in fact take them. She was right when she said she didn't, and I should have said so after being so public about the situation.

Not the best day.

Went to sleep last night: 1:30am.

Woke by Tegan: 4 times (2:30, 3:45, 4:15, 5:45)

Was at work: 12 hours.

Got home to find: Almost-flat tire. Which means either I risk driving it to the gas station to refill it and hope it's not an actual flat, or change it before I go to school tomorrow, take surface streets to pick Tegan up tomorrow, and get it fixed ASAP. Sucks any way you look at it.

Dear Universe:

Get fucked. No, really.

- Me.