So my friend got a couch last night that we moved to the third floor of the barracks I live in. Just so we're all clear, the couch was rather large and fluffy, a tricky davenport, for you Canooks.
We first had to move it into the elevator, where I was smushed into the corner by the arm of the fluffy couch. We manuvered it like a two player game of tetris. I was amazed that it even fit in the elevator. I would've never TRIED the elevator because the mere idea seemed so silly. But there we were, with the couch, and we moved it at 1 in the morning, up the elevator, down the hall, into a small barracks room where it occupies a majority of the southeasterly corner. Once it was positioned, I flung my weakling body on the green expanse of foamed heaven. Mind you, I haven't sat in a nice cushiony couch in months, so it was really a treat for me. I proceeded to fall asleep on the couch and had the best night of sleep I've had in months. Which brings me to my next question:
Why do people have beds? Why don't they just sleep on couches? It never fails that I always fall asleep faster on a big couch than in my own flat, non-armchaired bed. I'm just sayin.
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