I Have a Messed Up Sleep Schedule
When I lived at home, I could sleep on any couch or in any soft chair or a regular bed of any kind. When I moved from there to my first apartment, a sweet (now deceased) neighbor sold me her bedframe and bought me a new boxspring and mattress. I lived on that for the next nine years.
Necessity caused me to move again. Now I am in a larger-size studio apartment. It is too small to accommodate a regular fold-out couch, so my charming brother bought me a futon (small version of one) to sleep on. I was not thrilled with the idea, but he said, "You'll get used to it."
I hate this thing. It has been one week, and I can't sleep worth a tinker's damn on it. The spine built into the frame pokes my human spine ever time I roll over. Then I feel like I am rolling into a fabric valley and have to struggle to get straight again. This wakes me up all night long and disturbs my sleep. I get up feeling tired, lousy, and generally in a bad mood. Sitting up is impossible - my knees are bad enough on their OWN. I have taken to getting up in the morning with a chair back alongside the outer edge to rise.
I got rid of the damn screaming answering machine (but he brought it over here and it's sitting on the closet shelf and I asked him to THROW IT AWAY when I moved) and I am tempted to push this futon out the window (and I live on the fourth floor) into the courtyard below.
Necessity caused me to move again. Now I am in a larger-size studio apartment. It is too small to accommodate a regular fold-out couch, so my charming brother bought me a futon (small version of one) to sleep on. I was not thrilled with the idea, but he said, "You'll get used to it."
I hate this thing. It has been one week, and I can't sleep worth a tinker's damn on it. The spine built into the frame pokes my human spine ever time I roll over. Then I feel like I am rolling into a fabric valley and have to struggle to get straight again. This wakes me up all night long and disturbs my sleep. I get up feeling tired, lousy, and generally in a bad mood. Sitting up is impossible - my knees are bad enough on their OWN. I have taken to getting up in the morning with a chair back alongside the outer edge to rise.
I got rid of the damn screaming answering machine (but he brought it over here and it's sitting on the closet shelf and I asked him to THROW IT AWAY when I moved) and I am tempted to push this futon out the window (and I live on the fourth floor) into the courtyard below.
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