Prioritize

For the past six months I lived in what I considered a transitional phase. I slept on my couch and this computer sat on my mini-fridge and end table. I'm not done "transitioning" yet, and really I don't think I ever will be. What are we if we're not growing and evolving, not just over generations but as individuals? I hope to be changing over the course of my whole life, and hopefully past it.

But I have more direction now than during most of those six months. I've moved into a far better living environment, and decided that during the moving the material detrius of my life would be a pretty good time to upgrade some of it.
In other words, I bought some new furniture.

It's a very lovely computer desk.
(Everyone who knows me should have seen that coming.) Nice big desk with built-in CD racks, shelves, and enough countertop space for three computers. I'm still sleeping on my couch, a ratty old green pile that almost had to be shovelled into my bedroom. Priorities, people.

I eat dirt.

Okay, really that isn't a matter of priorities at all. When Ratboy and I were putting up the desk I thought of this and for a moment it was a cute insight into my character. I care more about where I compute than where I sleep, I got a better resting place for my computer than for myself, and all that.

But it isn't. The anecdote falls apart if you look at it like that, because I love sleeping on that couch. It's incredibly comfortable. Why do I need a bed when I've got a couch so decrepit it's softer and more malleable than any mattress? I've got this thing decomposed to fit my body almost perfectly.
I meant that as match the contours of my body for maximum comfort, not as meet the decomposition level of my body. But whichever.