Last night I lost my keys while at the pawn shop. Probably dropped them in the street while I was getting lunch.
Yeeeeeeah. FML once again. When your life is in disarray, you don't operate normally. You don't put your keys in the same coat pocket, and put them down on the same desk every night. And so you lose them. I just gave myself a lot of pain and chores -- and car rental fees, to solve this problem until I can solve this problem.
This one isn't about the house, except that, pre-locksmith, I was able to break in so easily. Sammy at work suggested that the plumbing problem, the free alarm system, and the weak bolt on the basement door all say "Students broke into this house when it was vacant, and partied here, and threw shit down the toilet that they weren't supposed to." This theory is excellent.