Locked In

As last night, none of our keys worked in our lock. Same with the neighbors, with whom we share our front door. They had been waiting since 5pm for the specialist (of what, breaking and entering?) to arrive, so I can't really complain. Still, we can't close our door... or if we can, we might not ba able to get it open again.

None of the numbers I've treid calling this morning have worked either. Better than not having a dial tone at all (last night), but all in all, I feel like I'm in Uzbekistan again. Not that that's an entirely bad thing. Last night Noah, Jon and I hit up a shashlik stand on our way home after classes for dinner--good memories of outdoor dining. The beer is better here too.

Speaking of which, pray for U-stan. Government garages. Sheesh.