The sun is always in my eyes, it crashes through the windows and I'm sleeping on the couch

Blog readers lend me your ears. Today I shall rave about my couch. Like the girl who put out too early, it is not attractive and well used. Unlike that girl, I will touch my couch.

This couch is nearly legally allowed to drink in the United States and looks like it belongs ... well ... in a dumpster. To describe its color schemes would do a diservice to the terms plaid and pastel. It has rips in the cushions. Food and drink stains on so much area that you think the unstained areas are dirty and not the other way around.

Despite all of this, or maybe because of this, I sleep on my couch at least once a week if not more. Not because I was laying there watching tv (I don't get any channels) or I fell asleep reading (I don't do work at home). I literally take my pillow and my blanket and set up bed on my couch. Here is the kicker: my real bed is super comfortable.

I swear though, I need my couch sleep in order to cure mini-insomnia bouts. As a bonus I get out of couch quicker than I get out of bed, which makes mornings much better to handle. In fact, I slept there last night and this was a good morning. 

My pillow is still there. My blanket is still there. Hell ... I am going there right now. Night!