Sleeping at home

I actually slept on my own couch last night, rather than my mother's.  I love sofa sleeping.  It is usually far more peaceful than sleeping on a bed. 

In fact, after college, when I lived with Sunny, I didn't have room for all my books AND a bed, so I put my bed in storage and just had my couch.  And when I had my own apartment - prior to pseudo-marriage and Aurora - I never slept in my room, but always on the couch.  I had the greatest couch.  She was named Sweet Pea.  Lovely sturdy thing from the 70s with avocado upholstery.  I miss her.

My current couch, is not quite so comfy as mom's nor as Sweet Pea, but considering I took my thermostat apart three months ago (the batteries are dead) and I don't use the AC enough to worry about replacing the batteries and it was incredibly hot yesterday and the master bedroom is upstairs and the fan downstairs, well, you can see why I would just drag my pillows and Fluffy to the living room.

Thanks, in part, to Scott Pilgrim vs. the World I dreamt about two exes last night.  And I have to admit, it really makes me chuckle.  Because after they both walked away (and I was in a room filled with people I didn't know) I threw my hands in the air with a triumphant yelp and screamed, "I just survived the most awkward moment EVER!" and then pointed to the closest person and said, "You are going to make me a trophy."  Whoever this dude was totally agreed to it, but he may have just been humouring me because I'm crazy.  I woke too soon to see if he really did or not.