I mean seriously, when that dude's arm got ripped off, I kinda yelled.Click here for the recap. Also: My apartment manager is asking the tenants in my complex to call him with the number of their parking spot; he's in the process of compiling an updated list of who parks where, and he doesn't want to accidentally double-book a parking spot for someone new. So, for maybe the first time since coming here, I noted mine and my roommate's spot numbers. Mine: 4. My roommate's: 23. I guess what I'm saying is, if I come unstuck in time, don't say I didn't warn you.