Holy Crap, Batman!

A bed fell on me this morning. Sounds crazy, and it was even more horrific than it sounds because I was in the bed at the time. You see, the boyfriend got this cool new Murphy bed. They're the ones that mount onto the wall and fold up when you're not using them. So we're just lazing in bed this morning and all of a sudden the screws holding it to the wall make this horrible noise and the whole thing starts falling in on us. It's spring loaded, which makes it easy to put the mattress up, but also makes it somewhat like a trap when the back of it is released. And it's really, really heavy. So, of course, I let loose a blood-curdling scream as the thing came down. Arej at least had the presence of mind to put up his hands. I'm glad he works out. He barely managed to hold it off of us as I scrambled out. Then I held it for him. Unfortunately we didn't escape unscathed. I got whacked pretty hard in the side of the face, and it's not looking too pretty. I also got a cut just at the end of my eyebrow, which was somewhat bloody but isn't looking too bad now. I'm sure I looked a sight with blood running down my face. Arej's arm got scraped and banged quite badly, as well. But, you know what, we can't help feeling incredibly lucky. If it had come down when we were sleeping we would have been crushed in there. I would have been trapped for sure if I'd been alone, and I'd undoubtedly have some broken bones. It was a real death trap. The store that sold it to him and installed it was closed today, and it was too heavy for us to move, so we just had to leave it there in the middle of the apartment all closed up like a giant coffin. I'll try to load some pics for you.

Brrr...no really!

Okay, so it's -15, -26 with the wind chill. Yep, that's pretty cold. But wait, there's more! The smell of pesticide in my apartment is so strong that I'm sitting here with all the windows and my screen door wide open. I'm trying to bear it as long as possible. Good thing I don't have to pay for the heat.

I'm also rather pissed because the pest control guys did a real number on my sofa. I want to get rid of the bugs more than anyone, but they sprayed the oily pesticide all over the sofa and it's totally stained. I might as well have just thrown it out. So now I'm wondering, should I complain and try to get them to compensate me in some way? I feel like all I've done is complain since I moved here and I don't want to become known as that whiney chick with the bugs.

Oh, and when I was laundering all of my bedding last night the fancy mattress cover I paid over $60 for melted into itself in the dryer. It said on the label "tumble dry low," which is what I did. Now I have to try to find the receipt. Maybe that old Greek lady that I pissed off in the park this fall (by stopping her from lighting a fire in the dry leaves) really did put a curse on me. She kept yelling something at me in Greek that I thought sounded like a bad word and I'm pretty sure she was burning a wad of someone's hair.

Okay, my rant's over now. I think I'm going to have to close the screen door now.

I hate homework

Why did I think I wanted to take a class? I'm so done with this homework crap. I want to spend my weekends being lazy or having fun! Ah well...live and learn. I just need to GET IT DONE. No more procrastinating (she says as she's blogging).

In addition to homework, my day will be occupied with preparing my apartment for the pest control people to spray tomorrow. I have bedbugs. :( Don't ask me how they got here, cause I don't know. My place has always been reasonably clean and I haven't brought in any used mattresses or sofas. Plus, I didn't have them for the first two months I was in this apartment. Where did they come from? No idea, but they're here now and they're the nastiest thing ever. It's like trying to sleep knowing there are vampires in the room just waiting for you to look the other way. They have an unfortunate habit of biting my face, so I look like I have blemishes all the time.

The pest control guys came already a month ago, but the bugs only went away for about ten days. I tried to get the place sprayed again when the bugs came back, but they wouldn't do it until a month had gone by. I really don't understand that logic because the ones that are adults now will just be laying more eggs in the meantime. Anyway, it's a royal pain in the ass to prepare for the pest control guys. All the furniture has to be pulled out at least two feet from the walls, which is actually impossible when you have a place as small as mine. You have to take the mattress off the bed and lean it against the wall. Everything has to be taken out of the dresser and the closets. And you can't leave any food or cooking utensils uncovered (quite a feat in a kitchen with only two cupboards and even those don't close all the way). Then you have to wash everything you own in hot water and dry it to death. It took two of us about three hours to get things ready last time (sans laundry), and I'll be on my own this time. I think it will be easier the second time around, though, because I've gotten rid of a lot of stuff and bagged the out-of-season clothes after washing them. Still, it's a drag.

Well, I guess that's more than anyone wanted to know. But that's where I am right now. I'm feeling pretty good, all things considered.