//what if the joke's on you?

[music something krump]

for the last year i've been subjected to sleeping in a single bed after many a year in a double. at first glance you'd think my bed was barely suitable for an 8-year-old (which was probably the last time i slept in a single!)

but between my bed in house and the couple dozen hostel beds (which on average are smaller than even the tiniest single - ha, amsterdam!) i think i could even comfortably do a night in a hammock. but now i'm thinking about when i go home to my supremely oversized double bed. i'm forseeing problems.

it's actually going to feel enormous. in greece kelly and i split a double and i could never sleep when she got up to go to the loo or to call her parents because i felt like i was drowning in the monstrosity that was our bed.

i'm so screwed.

i've also reached the point that i can get through an entire novel in a single day. nothing crazy, but a standard 300 pager. i fret that i have too much time on my hands.

and we're not talking that bullshit ' i read the fourth harry potter in 16 hours!' crap that some people do. i actually remember what i read, even stupid details that have no relevance to the story at all.

ask someone who read harry potter in 1 day some of the major events in the story and ten to one they wont remember half of it.

'i'm a quick reader' my ass.

anyhoo, that's todays observation.

i've been doing that a lot lately. noticing the little things.

i think it's all part of my going home panic.

i don't want to feel like i wished this year away, but i also don't want to go home and feel like i'm mourning a death.

... i think only kelly knows what the hell i'm talking about...