My sleeping situation in New York has been awful. For the last few months, I’d been sleeping on an air mattress as a result of not being sure where I wanted to live or if I wanted to be in New York that much longer. Combine that with my previously noted struggles getting to Ikea [I am Jack’s arbitrarily selected Swedish word, 2008-11-10] and you can imagine that untold damage my back has likely suffered.
Instead of doing something conventional, I chose what made most sense to me - buying a futon/sofabed:
- If I end up moving, I know I will be able to disassemble it as it has fewer rigid pieces than a conventional bed.
- When I do end up in a regular place, I’ll just buy a bed and already have a couch.
- I like sleeping on my side in front of a TV, anyway.
- If it is good enough for Gilbert Arenas, it is good enough for me.
OBSERVER: Why would you do that?
SUBJECT: You know.
OBSERVER: Not really.
SUBJECT: I don’t like women all up on me, touching me. So I get up and go.
OBSERVER: Yeah?
SUBJECT: Then they get up and go. [Subject points to the video-game screen.] Stay there. Wait for me behind that door.
OBSERVER: What door?
SUBJECT [shaking his head]: I discovered that women don’t like that much.
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After several days of great sleep, I feel validated in my decision. Now Arenas and I have even more in common: lightning quick crossovers, picture perfect release, sleeping on couches and finding ways to disappointment women.
OF NOTE: The cost of BEDDINGE MURBO just went up $50 after I bought it. If this were the real estate market, I’d find a way to begin taking equity out based on the appreciated value.
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