Went to uni for the first time as a student today. It was good. I'm happy to be out of school. Happy to be using my brain again. Happy to have something to keep me from thinking to much (this can be hazardous). I wandered around in the rain, and was late to all my lectures. I didint go into kidsline and do the newsletter. Instead I went to newmarket and drank a berry frappe with a good friend and then went home to bed.
I think beds are taken for granted. They are a place of sanctuary. We retreat to them when we are sick and tired, or both in conjuction with the other. A bed is a place that is outside the bounds of the real world. Who would think a concoction of wood/metal, cloth and foam could become such a significant part of our lives even though we don't realise it. Think about it. What do you do when you are depressed?
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