Well, it's a bit of a long story. I went to the store to get food at about noon, as one does, and then I stood in front of this locked downstairs door. And I realised I'd left my keys in my room. So for about an hour I tried contacting my roommates, who didn't reply/look at their phones.
One of them wasn't going to be home at all. The other said she wasn't home either, so I asked if she'd be home later in the evening or gone all weekend. If it was the latter I'd basically have to call my landlord, or take a train to my parents and wing it come Monday (I live on the third floor, so no climbing through the back window or balcony hopping). Finally my roommate replied she'd be in that evening, at around 8.
Thus me being me, dressed like a hobo, went to the university library, and spent 6-7 hours there.
The story doesn't end there though, because when I stood in front of my door, at 8 pm, in only a vest, T-shirt, and jeans, I got a message from my roommate she'd be 'a little later'. Then my phone died. I spent 2 hours waiting in 1 degree Celsius, because the cunt decided that 'a little later' was 10:30pm. She then did open the door for me, and we went our ways without saying a word.
Thus the story of me being 'chill' af.
