It's goofy, I feel sort of compelled to drive because I'm paying for it. Which, really, I'm paying for the convenience of not being inconvenienced, but still. It's funny.

I feel this way all the time, which is why, if I have a lot of work to do at home like this weekend, I don't get a car.

M IN YR STOR TAKING NAPS ON YR BEDS thing.

Yeah, I'm not sure I ever got over that when I bought my bed. I kept telling the salesguy to go away cause it creeped me out.

I have walked to Home Despot (cause really, I think I'm pushing my luck far enough with all things mechanical this week) and purchased a new switch socket. And I have replaced it in the lamp. And LO! There is light.

I feel this way all the time, which is why, if I have a lot of work to do at home like this weekend, I don't get a car.

It's just like insurance. Except that I'm ok with insurance and I can't get my head to accept the equivalence.

This morning I decided I hated my bed, but I do have to admit that occasionally not being able to get comfortable to sleep is probably not going to be cured by buying a new bed, especially when I'm jobless.

We so need a new mattress. My parents bought us ours when I was pregnant with Jake. He turned 15 in September. No wonder it's beginning to sag.

Mine was only 10 or 11 years old, but it wasn't very good to begin with, and it's been through three moves, so it was definitely time.

I need to take Lee mattress shopping with me, clearly.

My mattress is only 8 years old, but it was really cheap mattress, and it's not very comfortable.

I probably need a new mattress. It's not going to happen until after I move at the end of March, though. And I'm sure the delivery guys who won't have to cart mattresses up to and down from my current third floor apartment would be very happy about this, if they knew. Anyway, I went shopping with someone else for their new mattress last summer and fell in love with the cushy soft mattresses in the store.

Wow, I had no idea Britney was cracking up. I mean, she hasn't ever really seemed right, and since Federline came and then left, it's been worse, but I'm sort of worried for the girl. What the heck? Someone's got to step in there and help her out. She's a mess. [link]

I just need to turn my mattress, but I need a big strong man - or woman - to help me do it. I can't lift the damn thing. I also need to replace three of the slats; they keep falling out. My grandfather made the bed, and he apparently measured the width only once.

We turn our mattress all the time. It's past the point of no return, I think. And I'm not suggesting anyone else keep their mattress so long! We should have bought a new one years ago.

Britney is ... really kind of sad, I think. And I feel even worse for her kids.