on saturday morning, around 2 AM, i woke up to this loud crash it sounded like. i had no idea what it was, but i wasnt going to investigate, so i started turning over to fall back asleep. then i realized, a poster was on top of me. i looked up and my wall was blank. abbey road came down on abby. so yeah. i threw it on the floor and fell back to sleep. i need new tape. it was bound to happen.
when i was a kid, there was this book i read quite a few times called "flat stanley". it was about this boy who had this big framed picture right above his bed, and one night it fell down on him- he woke up, alive, but flat as a pancake.
this was like what happened to me, except way more lame.