I'm very very tired of it and the springs poke out so there's really only a couple ways I can lay on it without waking up with bruises on my ribs. Really. So I'm going to get something else to sleep on.... it'll probably be a futon of some sort. As long as they aren't the cheapest of the cheap, I kind of like Futons. And I like the fact that I can sort of... move it out the way.
I've got more books that anyone has a right too and they make up the bulk of the mess in my room as I only have one tiny bookcase.
Being able to make more floorspace when I need it is a good good thing.
I just wrote a really long rambly mail to my brother. The poor guy was just asking for a coppy of photoshop and I ended up just.. uh .. going on and on. Ah well. He should be used to my eccentricities by now.
My mother laughed her ass off at Bubble Boy last night.
I need to go stain the inside of that cabinet and then try to muscle that very very heavy couch at least to the top of the stairs (I might take the bed out and take that seperately... it's damned ungainly).
More exercise for a very very old feeling me.