a real french fry on the couch
2007-09-18

I have come to the conclusion..the essential to any good relationship is your bed.

Yes, your bed.

And we have a crappy one. Well, Logan did find it on its way to the dumpster.

I threwn my back out. Not on the bed, exactly, or having sex on the bed either..although, its been ages since I've really slept because of that bed.

I didn't want to complain about it because, hey..it was free..and Logan was all happy about that. And I didn't want to spoil that happines.

But I really can't stand that bed. I can't. Its like there are things in the matress waiting to stab you at night.

Sure, we put on extra cushion stuff from Wal-mart..but it can only do so much.

We need a new bed.

Actually, what did me in was almost falling backwards down a flight of stairs with 2 loads of clothes.

Logan was suppose to get them, but of course, he was busy playing some video game.

My back was already hurting. Actually, my chest. Its so confusing. I don't know what my problem is lately. It could be heartburn, stress, probably.

But my mother tells me I'm too in active. Well, I have walk up two flights of stairs when I do the laundry. I'm not completely..in active.

I walk. I do things.

So I have not gotten any sympathy from her.

But I am better. I stayed laid out on the couch most of the weekend. And Logan's been really good about doing everything now. He felt bad that it happened.

Of course, it didn't help that Jeremy came over to hang out with Logan while I was out on the couch smashed with Benedryl(it was the only thing I had that would put me to sleep).

He was at least nice to me, but he ignored me for the most part while they played video games.

All I can think about it finding a really good bed..having it delivered and getting them to take the old one away.

Its a nice dream..when I can sleep.

I've been reading Twilight, at least. Yes, I'm in love with Edward Cullum because I keep thinking Gaspard Ulliel when I read each chapter.