11:44

I'm looking forward to finding an apartment and moving out because it means I'll get to sleep in my bed again.  Moving home after college meant I had to begin sleeping on the wretched collection of sparse, twenty-year-old coils that has been facetiously passed of to me as a mattress.  My mattress, however, is a ridiculous cloud of both memory foam and pillow top.  How is this possible?  Beats me; ask the Swedes.  All I know is that A) I have never slept more soundly or felt better upon waking than I do after a night on that mattress, and B) at seventeen hundred dollars, it is the most expensive thing I own by about fourteen hundred dollars.  Actually, my parents bought it for me two years ago out of guilt for making me sleep on the Hell Mattress all through middle school and high school.  So where is that guilt now that I am separated from my beloved?  Take it from an expert: it is certainly not better to have loved and lost.