So I’m sitting here taking turns typing and holding an icepack to my face. Ever have one of those things you thought would always be something that never changes? That was the door to my garage, but it did change. It’s usually never locked. All the time I’m racing down the stairs to get some pop from the fridge in the garage and I don’t have a hassle opening the door. It’s never been locked…until today. My face hurts.
I also hate how the cold spaghetti I was going to microwave ended up on my feet. I don’t believe in luck, but I believe in unfortunate outcomes.
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