and finally I was able to come back home to the futon.
You know, I have a bed. A very nice bed, in fact. But it's not the same. I need the futon.
I know this is a phase I'm going through. I've had periods of futon-centricity before.
I don't have anything to think about, and no place I need to be, and not a lot I need to do. Might as well be one with the futon.
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