on the upper sleep side.

my roommate finally took a day off. and what did i suggest we do when i got up? go pick up my loft bed:) an hour after bribing with "amazing lunch, amazing dinner, and groceries done for you" i finally got him to join me downtown to pick up my ikea loft bed from a lovely couple. the only tricky thing about moving in the city is finding a damn taxi driver that will take you and your furniture. you'd think the minivan cab drivers wouldn't have an issue: wrong. they pull up, see your bed frame and speed away shaking their heads. we stood on the corner of the street for what felt like an eternity. i, striking up courteous conversation with the girl who sold me the bed, drew hailing every van that drove down 7th. i didnt even check (like i normally do with minivans) to see if it was the cash cab driver inside, i would've taken anything! about half an hour later we were finally loading up a van & on our way back up. surprisingly, drew helped me build my "monkey bar jungle gym" as he calls it, and by last nite i was finally in my own room, on my own real bed. for the first time....in TWO MONTHS. hallelujah, i climbed into bed and sighed relief. until i remembered i left my water bottle in the kitchen. uuuugh ladder climbing is the UNcool part of sleeping so high up on a loft...