This is not a bed.
(This is a sad attempt at making a rather crappy full-sized mattress on the floor into something that might, at first glance, not be horrifying.)
This is a bed.
at CB2 until December, so the sad, pathetic, only-maybe-acceptable-if-you're-nineteen sleeping arrangements seen above will have to be my nighttime setup for another two months.
I'm going to lie on my mattress on the floor until then, and drift off each night murmuring to myself about how lovely it will finally be to have a bed that does not suggest homelessness. Should I have ordered this bed (as my graduation present, eternal thanks to the parents for something so lovely) weeks and weeks ago when I picked it out? Naturally. But oh no, I just had to wait and bide my time and say "after I move, it shall be mine!", and then find out that everyone else in the whole world loves this bed too, and they bought it before me, and CB2 really hopes it will come in before December but I'm not counting on it.
Dammit. Commence making "waking up on the wrong side of the bed" comments each day from now until December.