Goddammit.
I sat down on my bed this morning to put on my socks, and the bed collapsed. The frame itself held together, but some of the slats and crossrails (it doesn't use a box spring) gave out. Since my apartment doesn't actually have lights in the bedroom and I haven't been able to find where my lamps were packed yet, I'll have to wait until I get home tonight to find out what the damage is and if I'm sleeping at my parents' place tonight.
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You know, you have the *strangest* luck out of nearly anyone I know.
Yeah. Fortunately it's rarely anything major. It just usually occurs at awkward times (admittedly, having it break in the middle of the night would have been worse).
Malcolm still shakes his head about the story of me trying to watch the 2007 Grey Cup
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