Friday, July 08, 2005

Pillow Talk

I realized last night that because my pillow had spent a week in my mildew-infested room, I will now have to throw it out and get a new one.

Sigh. That pillow was the best pillow I've ever had. Sure, it's ten years old, but it was perfect. Magic, even. And for someone who loves sleeping as much as I do, that's important.

I am inconsolable.

10 comments:

Melissa said...

I'm sorry to hear about your mildew infestation. I lived in an apartment for 4.5 months a few years ago which was infested with some sort of mold in the air ducts. I developed a sort of asthma from it (which I still have but at least doesn't bother me as much), and luckily was released from the lease on the apartment early so I could get my own place. My roommate, however, decided to stay in mold-land and blamed me for trying to ruin her grades and jeopardize my own by moving in the middle of the semester (that's a different story altogether). Anyways, good luck with the process and hope things get better soon! Don't you just love apartment living! :)

JLR said...

Mel--
You must have been in law school at the time. That sounds just like a typical paranoid, irrational, panicky law student. "It's your fault I didn't make law review! Not mine! You ruined my life!"
Thanks for the encouragement. I cannot wait until the day I can afford a house. It's like the mold is following me.

Keep those sarcastic comments to yourself, folks.

Melissa said...

No, I personally was in a post-graduate program to get my teaching certification. She, however, was a THEATER major so she was full of drama and was taking the LSAT and trying to get into law school. Actually she wouldn't even talk to me about the whole situation other than a letter taped to my door telling me that she could not talk to me until 4 pm on Saturday, whatever the date was because she was taking the LSAT. It was quite ridiculous. ;)

JLR said...

That is hilarious. And sad.

Melissa said...

Needless to say, I moved out without her and got a ONE bedroom to myself! :)

Amstaff Mom said...

I understand the horror of giving up a sacred pillow. I had a goose down that I took everywhere with me. My hubby and I stayed at the Anatole one night b/c I found a great deal. My pillow accompanied me as usual, but then... I FORGOT IT. I called everyday for a week to see if they found it. Seriously. I never take a pillow with me unless its in a colored pillowcase. Hard lesson learned.

RR said...

One time, when I was visiting JLR at college, the girl I rode down to B/CS with had accidentally left her pillow in her hotel room and *insisted* that we go back for it. Fortunately, we weren't very far out of town, and fortunately, the maids hadn't cleaned her room yet. When we picked up her pillow, she let us know that she had left her father's handgun tucked inside the pillowcase.

You what now?

Amstaff Mom said...

whoa. That was better than my "Never leave a good pillow behind" story.

Amstaff Mom said...

Yea! I'm awake to know what B/CS stands for. And yet not awake enough to remember to type this in my previous comment. *sigh*

Ben said...

I am right there with you with this pillow deal. A pillow is like a good friend. An it takes a while to find just the right pillow. Good luck.