No depressing post here. Sometimes I think that I have some sort of target on my back that says "please, give me crap about something." I think this sign flashes while at work. Sometimes I just make it through the work day thinking about my bed and my room with black out curtains. Do you think it is a bad thing to love my bed so much? I know Peyton loves her bed a lot. I think of all those people who live in the middle of the desert or jungle and don't have a bed and I just think they are missing out on one of the great pleasures of life. I really was made for this period in time. Generally, people enjoy a greater amount of leisure time than people from most generations before. Good for us. Laziness rules!