Nostalgia

I just got into bed and felt a little sad. I thought, “aww! This is my last sleep on my old mattress”. Which is so stupid because a. This isn’t the last sleep on this mattress, tomorrow night will be, and b. who cares?! It’s a shitty old mattress and I’m getting a brand spanking new one delivered by 2 (hopefully attractive) men on Saturday. It is essentially useless garbage that I am sad about losing. What gives?

This may explain why there is a 35 year old arm chair in the corner of my bedroom and dresses 15 years past fashionable in my closet. Time to let go…

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