WTF, yo. I transferred downstairs because my internets went out, and piped my cable stream to the Slingcatcher so I could watch Countdown while waiting for food… and after that, I was going to go back upstairs since internets came back, but I was waiting on a commercial to do the switch.
One extremely bizarre dream later (something involving a mass bus transport of old high school and college acquaintances to the Montclair mall food court for a bigger-than-Xbox pizza party, even though everything else suggested that some big disaster had just happened that demanded massive evacuations), and I wake up to my cat curling up next to me… and Morning Joe is on the TV. Oh CRAP. o_o;; Did I really sleep through the entire evening? Argh…
Additionally this is a not-so-subtle reminder of how much my own bed SUCKS.
Take this for reference: Lately I’ve only been able to get about 4-5 hours a night there, and I wake up in weird positions, like… rotated counter-clockwise so I’m all scrunched up against the wall? WTF. Or I’m sitting up and… why am I brushing my hair? And like yesterday, it took being touched by my cat to fully revive me.
I mean, I know my mattress is pretty freaking old, half of it’s sunken from years of sleeping primarily on one side (and, yes, because I’m a blubbertard, but I’d like to think that it’s not possible to INSTANTLY cause these things), but… wow. o.O I’m getting a pretty crappy quality of sleep here, and while my weight is surely a factor (I really am trying to figure out a fix for this at least on the activity side of things, one that DOESN’T open me up for massive amounts of mother’s drama queenery), my bed isn’t innocent either. Of course, like most furniture-related matters here, I’ve gotten the shaft with my bed, too.
In a perfect world, I’d have something like the gigantic, bigger-than-kingsize guildmaster bed in Ragnarok TWILIGHT. Canopy with purple sheets and all that, and a curtain, hell yeah. But, sadly, such a thing would never fit into my room, not even if I had pushed to have mine merged with the almost-never-used guest room when the house was being built.
Side note: I seem to have this thing about… enclosures within enclosures or something. Canopy beds, yes, but also tents. Why, just a few days ago I was looking through the camping section of R.E.I. and I caught myself nearly drooling over the gigantic tents and considering buying one just to store in the Yoshi Car in case I get stranded in the middle of nowhere or something, just like the time I checked the Survival Cooking list of best coolers even though I was not planning on going camping. I thought this was influenced by a particular scene in RT involving tents, only to remember that I’ve always had this weird fixation.
Memories of reference: as a kid, in addition to the usual “yay pillowforts and blanket forts!” thing that nearly all kids partake in at some point… well, because I wanted a canopy bed so much but we couldn’t really fit one in my room, the next best thing I could get was a bunk bed with the upper bed almost never used, so I would actually tuck half of a blanket between the upper mattress and the lower frame and pretty much make my own curtain of sorts.
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I think I kept this up until I got my own TV midway through 8th grade. :P Also, in just about every Universe that I either wrote or have considerable influence in, the main character has a canopy bed or something resembling one. I think currently the only exception is Black Star, simply because circumstances there would have made it impossible without a bunch of needless plot hole-fu.
I’m sure Pigeon or someone with an eye for psychology could yank out some extremely technical explanation for my “space within a space” thing. Or, more likely, there’s some really simple explanation that I’m overlooking BECAUSE it’s that simple and I’m a dork for trying to make it more profound than it really is. One thing’s for sure… whenever I get the hell out of here and into my own space, I’m freaking commissioning a carpenter or someone to construct my ultimate bed. o_o
Oh, where was I? Ah, yes… I need a new bed. Or at least, a new mattress. I’ll have to once again put off ambitions of upgrading to a canopy in favor of something that won’t have me shifting positions or waking up in weird places or something… also I only have $2700 available and I need to make that last until January (unless spoony pigheads actually give me back the contents of my Magic Coin Block that I repeatedly bludgeoned to save his ass… well, I was just going to write that off as a one-way thing but he insists on paying it back, so I gotta play the part :P) so it can’t be TOO expensive. Hm. Somewhat tempted to go with that NASA-grade foam-core stuff this time, depending on how much it costs. Also the ability to adjust/recline might actually be awesome, considering how easily I fall asleep on couches and chairs.
I keep recalling bits of a commercial for that freaking store that sells all kinds of beds. WTF. I’ve practically the announcer’s script memorized and yet I can’t remember the name of the store! ARGH. He rattles off a list of brands (Sealy, Spring-air, Serta, blah blah blah) and at the end “our advertised price or your mattress is freeeeeee!” Yet the name of that bloody store eludes me. BOOOO.
…Hi, long post is looooong. Might go back to sleep until noon-ish, when I need to shower and such because today is Thursday and thus library service. This I could probably get away with my actual bed for, since it’s crappy quality will, again, at most give me 4-5 hours at a time. :P