a prisoner in my own home.

i am locked inside my apartment. this is not by choice. apparently, the lock is broken on my front door and i did not know this until a.m. unsuccessfully attempted to unlock it from the outside. we called martin, our super, but he is uptown and will not be here for another 45 minutes--and then he may have to call one of the number of 24-hour locksmiths in the city. a.m. mentioned blowtorching, but surely this was in jest.

if the lock is not repaired by tomorrow morning, i will have to climb out my window and gingerly scale down my fire escape (four floors!) to go to work. won't that be hilarious?

in other tear-inducing news (spoiler alert!): nate is dead.