Found out today from my neighbor that a lady was screaming for help last night, someone called the cops and the cops believed that the sound was coming from my apartment, so they broke the lock open. On finding that it was not from my place, they replaced the lock and left.

Still doesn't answer why I had to trudge around in the rain to get a replacement key from the police station!

Because they weren't going to just leave it with the landlord, that would be inefficient.

So, why did you have a lady locked up in your apartment?

Hey, leave my personal life out of this!

So we have two little stairs leading upstairs to our living room. Aaand miss Jaime took a wee tumble down them and it looked like she hurt her foot. I've got her on the couch watching her "Homer" (:lol:) with her foot elevated and icing it. Every time she tries to walk on it she says "Ouch ouch ouch." So if it's still like that in a few hours, we're going to take a wee trip to the doctor.
I can move her foot and toes around, and the swelling is minimal. Poor kid.

i hope she just twisted it!

Me too! I don't want to take her to the hospital for something so minimal, so I'll keep an eye on her for the next few hours extra close. She's standing now and playing with her toys, so I think she's a ok.

ah good!

or just have the landlord open the door for them. (i assume he has a key)

He does have a spare key!!

And lose the element of surprise ?

If she's not screaming her head off, I don't imagine it's more than a twist. Of course, I'm no doctor, so whatever I say here means nothing.

When Benny fractured his leg, he screamed and screamed until he finally passed out at the hospital.

Eeesh! Poor kid
Yeah, she's fine. Rational side of brain had to fight the "OH SHIT! INJURED CHILD!" side of brain.

Being locked out of the jamspace is kind of fucking gay

Real gay or CBS sitcom gay?

What kind of monster brings disgusting stinking fish into work and heats it up in the microwave? My whole office smelled like a rotting tuna cunt from 2:00 PM on. It’s a big office, with nearly 100 people working on my floor. I sit as for from the break room as possible, and it still sunk. This is the second week in a row, and the next time it happens I am going to rais a mob and storm the break room with pitchforks and torches.

I used to work with a woman who brought foul smelling fish stew for lunch every day, and she used the microwave to heat it up. It made the whole break room reek, and the smell would often waft out into the office area and linger for a bit. It also made her breath smell atrocious, and she was the kind of person who would get right in your face to talk to you. It made working with her very unpleasant.

Well, at my new job there isn't enough space for a lunch/coffee room, so someone just cleared some space on the lab bench for the coffee pots and microwave, and my boss drew a line with a thick black marker on the counter, indicating "No food on this side of the line".

It's unsettling to pour myself some coffee and warm up my lunch, and just 6 inches away, on the other side of the line, there are sample vials full of piss and blood stacked all over the counter.

I call those condiments.

You win.

Waking up with a small headache that I figured would go away, so I left the house without taking anything for it.

I'm an hour into my work day, and my head is now pounding like a jackhammer raping a trampoline

That sounds exactly like the handle of a jackhammer hitting you right in the testicles

Going fucking stir crazy. I need to get out of the house.. Fucking go for dinner or something.