August 1, 2004

As a few of you may have heard, Shorn and I have a sucky mattress. This morning we hopped out of bed and went jogging, because it beat the alternative of sleeping in. Jogging!

Now, don't get me wrong. I am loving my new little fitness regime. But everyone who knows me knows how much I depend on my sleep. The quality of my sleep life is the single biggest determining factor in how my life will be. Sleep swings the big pendulum between manic and depressive. Sleep makes everything happy. And that's why I am downright giddy about what is going to happen today.

Some time between now and 8pm, a Sleep Train truck is going to pull up in front of our house and deliver a little piece of heaven--in the form of a new, cushy mattress.

Every once in a while, something comes along and makes a major improvement to your quality of life. Like an in-unit washer and dryer. Or a car cd player. Or a mattress that doesn't have gigantic springs that poke you in the small of your back, no matter how you sleep.

When something like this happens, you can say to yourself: "Today is the first day of the rest of my life. And it is a better, happier, superior life, and I am never looking back. My new life kicks my old life's ass!!!!"

And it does.