G O O B

*getting out of bed

over the past couple of weeks i've been cleaning my room, sorting through my cache of packrat debris and rearranging things to optimize the space in my little cozy hole. i think one thing we all learned from living in the dorms is that space is something to be valued. well, i learned that, i don't know if anyone else did. maybe a lot of them learned that "living away from home is fun!" but i learned that "i know these grease-soaked, salt-coated dining options are bad for me, but i'll still eat three of them today!" i must have consumed more salt crystals from a week of eating there than gandhi and the rest of his civil disobedience crew were ever afforded to have by the british. i wonder what i'm going to eat once i get out of bed? i want to make myself a tuna sandwich... you ever get that craving for eggs? i always get an egg-craving... but right now i'd like some tuna, on grilled bread, maybe make it a tuna-melt? with cheese? i think the biggest problem right now, though, is getting out of bed. that's the thing though, when i was cleaning my room i moved my desk, which before was a couple steps away from my bed, right next to my bed, now acting as a night stand. or should i call it a morning stand when i look at it in the morning, i mean, if i use it in the morning just as much as i use it at night, shouldn't there be some fairer way of naming it? how about bedroom stand, or bedstand... or even better, desk-stand! (since it really is just my desk, retrofitted for the purposes of another piece of furniture). anyway, today i woke up with the laptop on my deskstand, and now i'm using it to kill time. that's right, even though using a laptop in bed may be an indication of a chronic-case of lazyman syndrome (or is it lazyboy? do i qualify, or is to say, am i man enough to be diagnosed as a lazyman?), i haven't gotten out of bed for the reason of laziness. no, it's because it's sunday morning, and on sunday mornings my parents go to church. i don't want to be given flak for my lack of attendance to god's house, no, that's no way to start off the day. nor do i want them to try and coax me into going, by way of bribery ("if you go we will feed you today!") or guilt (dad: "it would make your mom happy if you went."). i'm just waiting to hear the door open and close, and then locked, so i can start my day in the most selfish (and fun!) way i can. time for a tuna-melt!