To Sleep, Perchance to Dream
Holy Flirking Schnits... I've been suffering for years with poor sleeping habits (some self-inflicted, others not), but all that came to a change at 6:37pm yesterday. That's when the fine folks from Sleep Country Canada stepped across my doorstep in their little booties to deliver and assemble my first real bed.
Now, a futon is pretty handy if you move a lot, or if you don't care about comfort. Also, if you're some sort of self-hating Sado Masochist, you might want to look into getting a futon (better yet, contact me and I'll sell you mine). My crappy little bed served me well enough through my latter University years, two years of Nomadic living here in Toronto (I hopped apartments a few times), and into "The Bastard's Haven" (the name for our little home). In some ways I'm sad to see it go, but go it must.
The new bed is very TALL in comparison to a futon, but she's a sweet ride. I had a little trouble getting comfortable enough to fall asleep, but once I was out... I was OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT. I haven't slept that soundly in some time, and I'm looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning, just to make the most of it.