Paint peeling round two.

I'm really hoping this slab 'o paint doesn't fall on me during the night tonight. Seen as how the last piece just narrowly missed me, I don't have high hopes for being spared from this much larger piece. Seen as how that's my side of the bed it's hanging over.

So in the words of Happy Gilmore, "Why didn’t you go home?! That’s your home! Are you too good for your home?! Home being the ceiling which you are suppose to stay stuck to, instead of sloffing off as if you were dead skin! Answer me you stinkin' slab of paint! Answer me!"