snarklyboojum | (no subject)

I finally, finally, finally got a new bed as an early birthday present. Hallelujah forever amen, man. Let's put it this way: my previous mattress and box-springs were older than I am, there were permanent indents in the mattress from my elbows and hip in my favorite reading position, and the loose springs were tearing holes in my pants. Remember that scene in Dead Like Me where George pisses off the gravelings and they damn near impale her head on the mattress spring? Kind of like that.

I upgraded from a twin to a full and omg is this thing freakin' huge. We're talking a full foot higher than the old one - I have to do a little scoot to get on and my feet dangle over the edge. It puts my eyes at the same level of the window and my dresser, which is fine except now my clock is even further away from my head.

While I don't have a headboard yet, I do have brand new sheets and this most awesome comforter set. The pattern is so much prettier than you can see in the picture, and the colors a little more subtle.

And yes, I've been late for work the past two days because I overslept. Is my bed a black hole of ennui or are the sleep demons finally catching up to me? The world will never know.

*dives back into the fluffy goodness*