mistress_guinnes

About 3 months ago, I decided that I hated having a bed. I needed more room in my bedroom for painting, so I took the box springs and bed frame into the basement. Basically, since then, I've been sleeping on my mattress on the floor, and then when I painted I would flip it up against the wall. Yesterday I decided that I had had enough of the floor and dragged the springs and frame back up into my room.

This journal entry is about how I miss the floor: Sleeping on the floor was really quite nice. When I would come home drunk, I could just kind of stand there and fall over onto my piles of blankets and pillows and pass out... Plus, my little doggie could easily walk on top of me in the morning to wake me - I liked that... the feeling of his paws and claws digging into my stomach! The view from the floor was nice. I could just lie there and see all the titles of the books on my bookcase - it made me feel smarter seeing how many books I had! lol

Now that I am elevated off the ground... I have to throw myself up onto the bed whilst drunk... My doggie can't wake me up in the morning... And I can't see my books.

I think the springs and frame might be going back into the basement.

Oh, and eat toFUTti ice cream... It's so good... vegan and delicious! Yum yum!