Rapunzel

After 5 phone calls to my dad, a butter knife, rope, a flashlight, one Heineken (because what else does one do in a time like this?) and then some serious thought, I figured out what is wrong with the door.  

I am locked in.  Julia did not realize that I was still here, thus, when she left for school this morning, locked the one lock, out of three on our immense old french beast of a door, the ONE LOCK that you cannot unlock from the inside.  So here I sit.  Rapunzeled inside of my own tower.  

Good thing there wasn't a fire or I didn't have a plane to catch (......) because I would either be dead or out 130 Euros and a trip to Prague.  I don't know which is worse.  Okay thats a lie, dying would be worse, but but dramatic effect was supposed to be comical.  

Okay! Time to make my hair grow!