changes are afoot for this author. i can't go into detail without jinxing myself, but phase 1 begins within 12 hours (which means i should probably get some sleep since i start work in 5 hours).

I have what you would call a pillow fetish. I'm not talking about those little sqare pillows that you set on the bed or sofa for decoration. I'm talking about those big fluffy ones you can sink your head into. Right now i have about 4 sitting in my bed right now, and 3 stashed in the closet awaiting their turn. At night, when i go to bed, i fix the pillows like a fort around me, one on each side and 2 that i sleep on. I figure this is the closest i'm going to feel something like a body next to me.
I also have this habit of sleeping on the floor every once in a while. Don't really know why but there are times when i really can't get to sleep in bed, i crawl down onto the floor, build my fort, and i'm out like a light before you know it. The only real problem i have with this is waking up in the morning. For instance, last night i went to bed at a REAL early time (for me at least), about 10pm. I knew i was tired but just couldn't get myself to sleep. So i grabbed my pillows and blanket, dropped to the floor, and got comforable enough (if there is such a thing when lying on a hard surface) to fall asleep. I didn't wake up til a little before 6am. Not having to be to work for another two hours, i crawled back into bed and turned on the TV. I wasn't really tired enough to go back to sleep, but it was a *itch trying to get myself fully awake.
You know how it feels when you've spent a good amount of time reading a book, or, in LSH's case, 10 hours on the Xbox, your mind feels like mush, and it's so difficult to clear it? That's about the closest i can accurately describe how i feel after sleeping on the floor.

This fad of wearing your jeans halfway down your ass is getting way out of hand. Sunday while hanging out at the local convenience store (nothing on TV worth watching since i missed the Godzilla movie, so i did the next best thing to break the boredom) there was a car that pulled up to get some gas. A black heavy set gentleman, i would hazard to guess about my age, maybe early 40s, gets out of the car. He was wearing a red button down shirt, undershirt beneath that, and black jeans. I swear, this guy's jeans were hanging down BELOW his ass. You could plainly see what color boxers he was wearing (solid light blue). When he started the pump he proceeded to pull up the jeans one inch at a time. Of course, the clerk notified him he had to pre-pay (which is told to everyone at night, attempting to avoid any gas drive-off), which he pulled up his jeans even more and walked in to pay. He got to the counter and pulled out 2 big wads of money. I'm standing in back of the counter (it's located in the middle of the store) and nearly passed out when i saw all that cash in his hands.
When the guy went back outside to get the gas, i looked over to the clerk and said, 'No wonder he couldn't keep his pants up.'