a clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory

so i work a lot.
a lot a lot.
like 50 hours a week.
and that's just my "real" job.
then there's my freelance editing job.
and my other freelance editing job.
and the work i do for mi padre.
and the "favors" i do for mi madre.
and my pet projects.
and the eternal quest to clean my room.
so basically i work ALL the time.

which is why sleep is so important.
unfortunately, sleep and i have been going the rounds lately.
well, for quite a while actually.
and i can't even remember why we started fighting in the first place.

but this weekend i extended the olive branch.
with two little words: memory foam.
well, and one more word: down.
so, three little words total.
(but not those three little words.)
now, in addition to my mattress, i have:
2 memory foam pads.
1 down mattress topper.
1 memory foam pillow.
2 down pillows.
plus all my blankets, comforters, and quilts.
let's just say my bed doesn't look like this anymore.

in fact, i have to take a running leap for the first time since freshman year.
oh right, freshman year.
that's when sleep and i had our first big fight.
oops.
sorry, sleep.

see, it's working. i'm feeling guilty already.
(: