So my room, in 301, I think is easily the smallest one. Due to this I was unable to have a dresser in it. That's right, I have no dresser, just clothes. With this problem came the solution of buying stilts, or raisers for each leg of my bed. The purpose of this would be to fit storage containers under my bed.
Well around Christmas time one of my stilts gave out while I was sleeping. Naturally I thought that it was one of those damn dreams where you're falling or something. But alas, I woke up at a 45 degree angle with my face against my wall. I eventually figured out a solution and had a solid 3 months of an evened out place to sleep...until last night. Ed decided to come into my room while I was doing homework, "Whatchya doing buddy?" he said as he strolled in. This was unusual, and like Chunk from the Goonies, I got a vibe that something was about to be broken in my living space. He walked the step and a half that it took to get to my bed and threw his right leg in the air, allowing his body to land violently on my innocent twin bed...there was a loud crack as the stilt on the opposite side gave out under the immense pressure...When do I get to catch a break? Or should I say...why did I literally catch a break...
He tried to slink out of the room saying that the bed wasn't regulation size and up to EPA standards...I turned around slowly in my also broken computer chair and returned to work on my already broken screened laptop, jotting down notes with a broken mechanical pencil that needs to be slammed against a desk to get lead out of, and recalled a quote from Joe Dirt...
Life's a garden, you dig it, you make it work for you.
~mcm
Hahaha. This was not my fault. Get a new bed. And double it's size. And get new stilts to hold it up, not the beer cans you're using now.
ReplyDelete~ Ted