Cell Phones and Spiders

There's been a little excitement in our apartment... for any of you that are related to me/been my roommate/married me/or slept in the same room as me: this will make complete sense to you. For those of you not unfortunate enough to fall into one of those categories- sometimes I freak out in my sleep.
Due to my deep, irrational, borderline psychotic fear of spiders, that is usually what my nightmares are about.
Two nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night screaming and launched myself out of the bed. Apparently there was a huge spider in our bed greviously molesting my face/arm/hand. Of course Andrew jumped out of the bed too, turned the light on, and searched through the covers and pillows, and anything else in sight. He took way too long about it though, because irritated, I stomped back into bed. I laid there for a few moments, then glared at sweet, bewildered Andrew and said "You gonna turn the light off, or what?".
The next morning he asked me about it.... naturally, I remember nothing. I was asleep the whole time. Kudos. Sorry dear.

Andrew also recently witnessed the wrath of Lynsie, in the form of some Pakistani guy that for some reason, WILL NOT GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK!!! I bought a blackberry from him on Ebay several months ago, 3 weeks into having it the speaker on it busted, so I sent it back to him. He goes, "Ohhh yeees, no problem, I give you exchange right away!!!" So I send him the broken phone and he promises to send me a new one upon receipt. Then I never hear from him. Finally, a month later, I summon the courage to email him to ask where's the beef????
He writes back, outraged, "How dare you question me, my aunt died, I've been in Canada!"
I wrote back "Well gee golly, thanks for letting me know, just thought you were ripping me off, sheesh".
Fast forward to today, TWO AND A HALF MONTHS LATER, still no phone! What the heck???? He doesn't answer my emails anymore and there is still NO PHONE. As you can tell I'm really happy about it. I try to let it go, try not to kill my blood pressure, remind myself that I should not be so anal, but in the end.... my Goff genetics play through, and I lost my temper on him. Someones gonna have to call the paramedics for this guy, cause the email I just sent him 10 minutes ago probably burned his eyes out. Whoops.
I'm not sure Andrew quite knew what he was getting himself into. LOL.