sweet sweet bed

Originally posted: August 28, 2003

I don’t know why I feel obligated to write something here every day. It’s not like anyone really reads it. Must be my OCD flaring up.

Since I don’t really have anything to talk about today, I thought I’d use this opportunity to talk about just how wonderful my bed is. I guess I’m appreciating it more than usual today because I just spent a considerable amount of time in it. I crashed sometime around 8:30 last night and didn’t move until 6 a.m. Teenie woke me up a couple of times when I rolled over – she would indignantly meow because I bumped her out of whatever warm spot she had snuggled into.

Anyway, my bed is this amazing queen-size pillow-top mattress that my parents bought me when I was in college. It is quite possibly the softest mattress ever created. You get in, and the mattress hugs you & rocks you to sleep. It’s even become legendary among my friends & family. When Kris (the smoker) comes to visit, she screws up her usual beauty regimen by showering at night so I’ll let her sleep in the bed with me. (I can’t deal with the cigarette smell otherwise.) It’s also where my mom & sister have been known to sleep when visiting.

And I bought these amazing sheets during my brief part-time stint at Bed Bath & Beyond, so getting into bed is really like crawling into a cloud. Sigh…. I don’t know why I don’t spend more time there.

So I’m unusually decaffeinated and feeling great today. I think 9 hours of sleep should be a required nightly minimum. People would be a lot nicer.

Oh yeah, and my kitchen & living room smelled like roses when I got up this morning. Thanks, Scott.