Day 39: Snack Shack

When I moved in, there was an extra mattress on my bed for some reason. I chose to leave it. The way I figure, it makes it twice as comfy.

And I have more pillows than I know what to do with. I threw a few on my bed but there's still a crapton of them in my closet. My roommate in the dorms decided he didn't want all the little pillows he had put out in the living room on the couch and such, but we wanted to save them for next semester. So I got stuck holding onto them in the interim. I guess they could be useful: for instance, I should have thrown one at Bacchus so he would have gotten out of the way of my picture.

There are still boxes under my bed. They're mostly empty but I'll need them for when I move again. One of them is my snack box though. I've got pop tarts and fruit snacks in there and stuff.

God I love fruit snacks.

In other news, I had to drive up to exit 170 today to rescue my stranded roommate. He lost the keys to his motorcycle, and his car was stuck somewhere in a mechanic's shop, and he needed to buy sheets, or something. It's a long and convoluted story but the gist of it is I spent three and a half hours on another random adventure in my car. Good times.

But if you never change your mind
Well then I hope that you can find
Everything, everything you're looking for

Song: "Into the Fire" by Thirteen Senses. Piano-led indie rock, really mesmerizing and atmospheric.