There's the Movie and then there's being Frozen.

First, the second entry in my new fascination, crazy shit on Twitter.

Today a crisis, the horns of the dilemma.

Not to be too blunt, but it's f#*king cold outside. Let's break that down. There is cold. There's sweater cold. There's parka and long underwear cold. There's do not go outside cold. It seems to me that F#*king cold goes before sweater cold. Nobody is going to be F#*king outside in the weather we have this week. Or am I missing something?

Moving on:

How many days since I've left my apartment building for anything other than grocery shopping?

Let me give you a hint. Every morning when I get up, I take my keys off the top of my bookshelf and put them in my pocket.

You learn to do that religiously because if you lock yourself out of your apartment or the building. Management will be glad to send someone out to help you for fifty dollars.
FYI: you can't get a spare key for the building made.

Since I don't leave the building or lock my door when I go downstairs to do my laundry or check my mail, I no longer pocket my keys.

Nor do I take my phone with me. Among all of the other services I have used it for, my phone is my "I've fallen, and I can't get up." rescue. Those advertised services are a monthly expense. If you carry your phone, you don't need them.

It's not a matter of need. I'm just F#*cking lazy. (Does that mean what it says, or is there a way to be lazy while your...?) Never mind.

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