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sleep, sweet sleep
I've started sleeping in the living room. I think it's just some kind of natural tendency I have — maybe it's like travelling but in the confines of my own home. At Oscar Wilde in my second semester I started a habit of camping out down in the living room. We had a collection of corner-couches turned inward into a little box, a fortification of pillows and blankets, for this very purpose (general lounging, that is), and there was a good collection of other couches too. Sleeping on odd piles of pillows while people came and went all night long -- it was good practice for sleeping in odd places. Every night there were usually a few people camping out in the living room for one reason or another, but probably mostly for the novelty and camradery. The following summer, in Switzerland, due to some mixup I ended up not having a reserved room. Alex and I comandeered a TV room for sleeping, on some couches that were there. Back in Wilde, I ended up sleeping on the balcony for a full half year, ensconsced in a nest of fluffermuffers (=down comforters). In all the rain that came down on Berkeley then, it was still warm and cozy sleeping out there; at first it was a matter of necessity (or impulse? i don't remember) but after a night outdoors there, the interior atmosphere felt stifling by comparison. Sleeping on a balcony is a luxury I don't think Rochester will afford, although that Montreal hostel did tempt me with its outdoor bunks, grafted onto the side of the building.
Here in Rochester I sleep on an air mattress that Ryan happened to have. It's not the sort of camping air mattress with which I am familiar, but a reasonable (inflated) facsimile of a queen size mattress. At first it was great, but gradually a problem has developed. I wake up in the early morning, curled up into a fetal position under the blanket, shivering. I'd gradually thaw myself out in the shower, a process doomed to failure by virtue of the limited hot water supply. Yes, you might say that is symptomatic of some kind of problem. It's not even cold yet. A few nights ago I tried sleeping downstairs on the futon, and was treated to the incredible sensation of waking up warm and cozy at 9 in the morning. So it's the air mattress that's at fault, eh? I'm told that it's heat conduction through the floor that's the problem, that makes the air mattress freakishly cold. I suppose I'll work on fixing that, but in the meantime it's the livingroom for me. I like it better, anyway, waking up to daylight coming in through the windows and people rustling about in the morning.
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I think you are grievously misrepresenting the purpose of the sex pit.
And, as long as we're in fact-check mode, didn't you have another factor keeping you warm and cosy on the balcony of room five?
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I must agree that sleeping in livingrooms is nice when you get woken up by people moving about is really nice. I remember doing that one semester. It just requires a comfortable enough couch.
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