I moved into a new apartment this week. In my old apartment, the covers used to fall off the light fixtures. My friend, Blake, used to tease me, and Beck asked if she was going to get killed while she was there. Anyway, two of the same ones kept falling, and Blake asked how many more I had. I said three, so we laughed and didn't bring it up for a long time. On Sunday, I was in the kitchen packing a box. I finished and stepped back. Right as I did, the light cover fell where I had been standing.