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Thursday, Sept. 12, 2002 - 11:17 p.m.
Sad, Scared and Stupid

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My main door leads to a narrow staircase going down. There are two locks on that door: a twist-and-push lock and a deadbolt. I locked the deadbolt from the outside and forgot about the t&p lock. I was only going to the dep anyway. The stairway leads to another door, one that leads to the outside. It locks when you shut it.

As soon as I shut it, I realized that I had left my keys in the first door.

I went to the dep (short for dépanneur, or corner store) and returned. My downstairs neighbour, Andy was there outside. I explained to him the situation as well as the fact that the back door was also locked so I only had one way in: I had to climb to my balcony and go through the door that way. I left it open. (I’ll lock it from now on.) After breaking one of Andy’s chairs, I managed to climb to the balcony and enter the apartment. That should have been it, except that you can only unlock the main or back doors with a key. A key which was on the other side of the main door. The only way to get out of here now is to jump off the balcony. I’m trapped.

I’ll see you about an hour after I am freed. Email me the access number for the conference call just in case.

Before this incident I was feeling sad and scared. I was reading terrible stories of death and fear, some of which were real, that left me feeling a little paranoid (9/11 never got me feeling this way). Now I feel sad, scared and stupid. And today started out so well.

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