For a workaholic, I'm pretty slow...

You know you're lazy when you give up on peeling an orange.

Let's go to bed

I decided to get a new bed.

I've needed a bed for awhile now, but it hadn't occurred to me to actually go and buy one, except for the fact I had three conversations this weekend with three separate people who had just bought beds.

It's long overdue, because aside from 2 years in the Rutgers College Dorms (Campbell and Frelinghuysen), I've slept in the same bed, since I was 6. Somehow my parents and another couple thought it would be a great idea to buy a bunk bed and give the top bunk to their son and the bottom bunk to me.

So that's where I've slept, in a bed frame with empty slots in the headboard where the attachments for the top bunk would be.

For the last two years, I've just had the mattress and the box spring on the floor. I'm in a nicely decorated and spacious apartment that I can barely afford and my room looks like a crackhouse because I've got a mattress on the floor.

This is probably my first real adult purchase. My car, computer, desk, etc. don't really have the same sort of "I'm buying this to be responsible vibe."

I got a full, because at 24, I'm way too old to be in a twin...unless it's an Olsen twin!

Wow, that was terrible.

Like I'd ever go near Mary-kate.

People who wake up after 8AM lose all rights to say 'Good Morning'

Here I am thinking I'm having an awful day because I'm a bitter crank, but it's official.

However, I believe that I was the only person who vomited on himself while driving to work this morning.