Fact #356: I'm torn...

...between wanting a beer and not wanting to peel myself off my new bed to go get it from the fridge.

Ooh, what to do...?

I do want that beer. It's a St. Arnold's Weedwacker (St. Arnold's is one of the few microbreweries in Houston, and I haven't tried their stuff yet).

Then again, this bed is really soft. And I did carry it up two flights of stairs, so I feel like I've earned the right to lay on it for as long as I gosh darn want to.

But I wanted a beer all day.

But I still have a ton of unpacking to do.

But my bed (did I mention) is just so freaking comfy!! (And bouncy. There's a ceiling fan above me, and I'd say there's a 90% chance I won't be able to resist jumping on the bed and will end up decapitating myself or at least knocking myself unconscious.)

Okay. That settles it. Beer first. Then jumping on the bed. Then sleep/coma.


Til tomorrow!