My flat's trying to kill me.
Exactly a year ago, when I first moved in, my heavy-as-fuck blinds came off their hilariously flimsy mounts and attempted to remove my right arm on the way down. That time my shoulder popped out and back in again, resulting in only temporary pain and resentment.
On Saturday night, exactly the same thing happened, but the pain and resentment has persisted. A mortal blow was also delivered to my long-suffering dragon tree, and my equally long-suffering speakers have received injuries that may require plastic surgery.
Balls to the tree and speakers, though. My shoulder's gubbed, so I'm heading to the venerable family GP to demand satisfaction. Or whatever he recommends. The mouse-to-keyboard-and-back arm-rotation is now accompanied by a painful 'clunk', so I'm slightly concerned that this might end up being a real problem what with my profession and all. I can see it putting a dent in my sex life anyway, if you know what I mean. And I think you do.
It's probably worth noting that both of my shoulders are what I believe is termed unstable, so this was going to happen sooner or later. Actually, my knee used to do the same pop-out-and-back routine as well so I'm guessing it's congenital, and therefore my parents' fault more than my flat's. (If you want to experience pain and panic in equal and very large doses, I can recommend trying to straighten out a partially dislocated knee every time - popped shoulders are a definitely piece of piss in comparison.)
On a lighter note, the Sub was all kinds of excellent on Saturday (before the attempted dismemberment) - Domenic's back from Barcelona for good, and he's chucking around some fine quality House.