This is why I try to avoid BMV. I was in there for about ten minutes and next thing I know, I’m dropping books, hemorrhaging money and planning a trip back to buy what I could not carry. Furthermore, I actually had to take the TTC because I was too lazy to walk home with all of this crap. I don’t even have any room left on my bookcases or any more bookcase space in my room. This is getting stupid.
But I can, if I wish, finally divest myself of a bed and sleep upon the floor. A couple of weeks ago, I decided that no human will ever again be allowed into my bedroom. I like to sleep with my cats so they’re still welcome. If they want to sleep on the floor with me, which they won’t.
It may seem a strange decision — I don’t know — but considering my utter lack of a sex life and love of privacy, it seems logical and easy enough. (A bit like if I decided to create a rule about the sky being blue on sunny days.) Every person should have one place that is completely their own. For too many of us, that place is atop a toilet.
