And on top of that, my condo is TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME.
Photographic evidence ensues.
Ceiling fan:
Note, if you will, the bare bulb, which has no glass shade on it. It did have a glass shade on it approximately three minutes ago.
Shade:
But now it's on the floor because approximately two point five minutes ago the motherfucker just detached itself from the lamp and came flying down approximately three feet behind my head.
Dear Universe:
WHATEVER I DID I'M SORRY.
kisses,
Becka