301 to everyone
It's been over two hours since I tried to leave this morning for my jog and after attempting for a third time to pick the locks open the lobby doors, I admit that I am getting nowhere. And when I say nowhere, I quite literally mean nowhere. At least the travels up and downstairs have been interesting.
If you're not a.) in a sugar coma or b.) neck deep in a rabbit's fruitful offerings, care to help me out a little with explanations? There's an uneaten, golden Cadbury egg waiting as a prize if you do help me--let's make a trade. Information for chocolate, what could be better?