A vampire stole my keys.

WHOA. It’s been a very adventurous kind of day!

First off, let me just mention that Mondays are my busiest days. I wake up around 5 or 6 to go the gym, get back and then prepare for my long day of teaching and writing in the city – but that’s hard to do when someone yanks your hoodie with your keys in it.

Like normal, I put my hoodie in the public cubby holes in the front of the gym. I usually have no problems with that, but today was a different story. When I was ready to go, I realized that someone had taken my hoodie – along with my keys.

I had no access to my car – and my wallet and cell phone were in there. Luckily, my car was still there which gives me a positive assumption that the person “accidentally” took my hoodie because they lumped their things with mine in the cubby hole, therefore carelessly taking my possessions along with theirs.

The gym staff didn’t help much – there wasn’t anything they could do. So I just sat there for 30 minutes trying to make a plan of attack.

I called a locksmith who took me back to my place so that we can “break in” in order to get my spare keys. While he was doing this, I was wondering whether or not if he really knew that this was my house. I mean, is it that easy? Can anyone just call a locksmith and say, “I am locked out – can you break into my house for me” and then pick some random house? Okay – now that I read that, I don’t think it’s as easy as it sounds.

Anyways, I managed to get my spare car keys and get my car at the pretty price of $135. So the crisis was averted – kind of. My keys are still floating around out there and I am kind of paranoid. I need to change my locks that’s for sure.

Luckily, I was only 30 minutes late to work (my boss willingly covered the first portion of my class – I owe her lunch) and I did get all of my required writing for the day. I also ended it with a screening of “Body of Lies” which I am still marinating on.

I have a theory that a vampire has been listening to my thoughts of becoming one of them and stole my keys in order to lure me to join his coven – but I am not that easy. I still need to know what the coven can offer me in terms of benefits, cultural adeptness, style factor and whether or not they are like the Cullens in “Twilight” or if they are like the evil nomads.

Overall, I am surprise I didn’t go ballistic when all this happened. I am so surprised I didn’t break down. And for that, I am proud of myself. More than that, I am proud that you read this really long post. Give yourself a round of applause.