Apparently some old lady stomped on the gas instead of the brake tonight, in our parking garage.

Or at least she started in our parking garage. By the time she finished, the front half of her car was hanging out over the path between the garage and our building. On the ground floor, so no fall of doom risk.

But the car only came to rest after she hammered another car clean through the brick wall and onto that path.

As the doctor here said, it's just like a movie. I mean -- wow. My only regret is that I have no way to get a picture right now.

What a sight.

My roommate has come back from his vacation worse than ever. For example, he's started talking in his sleep.

Yes. Really.

Around three I got sick of his mutterings and moanings and I don't even know how the hell to describe it, but it had been keeping me up for an hour. So I did what came naturally.

I screamed.

Scared him really bad too. You could tell he was shook up because he actually apologized for keeping me up. I had to bury my face in my pillow so he couldn't hear me laughing.

God, that felt good.

My roommate just spilled soda all over himself.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HA HA HA HA HA!

I feel better.