So. I worked 6-2 at T.Ho's, and 3-7 at acupuncture. Needless to say, it was a long day. Then I went to S&S and Wal-mart to pick up a few things I needed at the house. FINALLY, some time after 9, I dragged myself into the house to find EVERY single light on again. Aaron took a shower and left his nasty disgusting clothes on the bathroom floor (and if there is anyone who thinks this is a minor thing to get upset about, you obviously haven't smelled my brother lately.). The dog threw up 4 times -- twice on linoleum, once on carpet, once on the couch (Thank bob I closed the door to the Library this morning!).
BUT. I just got 2 more pillows for my bed. The grand total is 4, 2 queen-sized and 2 king-sized. Given the option, right now, I'd turn myself into one of those thousand-pound people that never leaves their bed. I just want to stay here forever. OK the thousand-pound part seems a little extreme, but I wouldn't mind being the weight I am now and never leaving my bed. :)
The common denominator among these options is MY BED. In case anyone missed it.