Home is where the car is

Ooops - I did it again: I lost my keys and have been locked out of my house. Send help. I am found sleeping in my car on campus. Have a carton of gatorade and a vending machine nearby. Will become fat and useless if help doesn't arrive soon.

I actually love these moments b/c they test my ability to just deal with situations that I can't escape from. I'm locked out of my home so instead of whining about it and getting upset, I decided to do something about it. First thing was first: my bladder was full. Time to go either find a bush (that was my outdoor side's suggestion) or find a restroom (that was my civilized side's suggsetion). I opted for restroom tonight. I'll liten to the outdoor side if things get desperate.

So I decided to drive to my lab where there was some work that should be done. I gained access to the building, fed the urinal, started some processes, updated my blog and I'm about to walk back to my car and take a nice long "nap" on my comfy crashpad - which I might add, is *exacty* the length and width of the trunk space of my subaru station wagon when the back seats are down. Gotta love serdipidity.

So tomorrow, I'm going to have to get up early, but *another* parking pass for the day and go into work early before someone calls security for a creepy asian guy sleeping in his car on a giant "mattress" (that's what non-climbers seem to call my crashpad...). Oh well, the way I see it: I'm doing some urban camping!!!