futon fiasco

so, we just broke our bed. i won't get into details.

i know i'm old now, because i look around at the busted futon, the other futon in the office which is 6" too short for kz, and our 2 pull-out sleeper sofas in the living room, all of which are less than comfortable...and i find my throat tightening with despair, thinking, 'where the fuck am i supposed to sleep?' i have a bad back, a bad knee, and a bad shoulder. i'm very particular. i need a good night's rest before facing the day. even as a kid, i couldn't camp out or crash on a floor in a sleeping bag.

this is jesus telling us it's time to get a real grown-up bed.