So Much Zeal

Welll. I was getting out of my car this night, and I decided to grab some things out of my car so it would be clean in the back seat. One of those things that I grabbed was my hammock from Mexico.

Now I have been reading all day. PCAT. Philippians 1:20-30 commentaries. Chemistry. Micro-bio lab. Words. Lots of words. So my brain is berrry tired.

So I saw my hammock in its bag, where it's been sitting for months. Maybe even years. And I said "I need to sit in that." So naturally I looked around my room for a few minutes, then my eyes rested upon my bed. Under my bed. But small problem: a dresser, several boxes, and a tiny bookshelf lived underneath it.

There was not stopping. I couldn't resist. The next thing I knew, my bed was on the other side of my room, and my dresser and desk moved around. All so my hammock could be under my bed and I could lay in it.

Bunk beds.


For the win.