Given that little girl's shelf or my bed...I'd take the shelf

I hate my bed. And since it's currently after 1 am here in Happy Valley and I'm still awake, apparently it hates me too.

My bed is a hand-me-down from my grandparents, given to me when I moved to my first unfurnished apartment. It's at least 30 years old, and since mattresses usually only have a good ten years, I am long overdue for a replacement. I un-affectionately refer to it as "the taco" because you can only sleep in the middle. The memory foam pad I bought last year helped (as in, I no longer feel springs or coils in my shoulders), but it is still quite possibly the most uncomfortable sleep entity on Earth.

This presents a problem tonight because I have been fighting a nasty bug for over two weeks, and my particularly violent coughing a few nights ago strained a muscle in my ribs. It hurts to cough, laugh, bend....basically any actual movement is uncomfortable at best. I was instructed to suck down Tylenol by the bottle, nuke a heating pad, and lay around for a few days to cure it. Normal people get pneumonia or something and take an antibiotic....not me........

Ironically enough, I could barely hold my eyes open around 7 pm, but now that I have an uncomfortable body, a busy head, and an unnaturally early meeting...I am wide awake.

I blame the bed.