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I built a fort this weekend. Behind the couch, where the wall meets the piano and the treadmill runs perpendicular to the couch, I built a fort. Three blankets and one sheet strategically placed and delicately crafted. My fort took shape. I call it the Pythagorean Theorum because there are three sections. The entrance is A2. The heart of the fort (where I sleep) is B2. And the escape route/sun roof is C2. I sleep in my fort and I like it. The only problem there is, albeit small, is that there is no window facing the television. So I've been working on a few designs that would allow me to incorporate a small window or portal in which I can see the television and of course watch for attacks from my mortal and immortal enemies. I put a lamp at the top of C2 last night, in order that I can see to read before I go to bed. This afternoon, I think I might put in some audio equipment. This fort is actually an upgrade from where I previously slept. I've been sleeping on the couch for three weeks and lets just be honest, the couch is a boring bed. So I've promoted up to a fort. My fort is accomanpied by Matt's bed in the floor of the living room. No bed frame, just a mattress with sheets, comforter, and 2 pillows. So in the living room now is a fort and a bed. The funny thing is that Matt makes his bed up every morning. On the ground. If my bed was on the ground, I wouldn't make it up every morning. But he makes it up every morning and washes his sheets every other weekend. Interesting. Interesting indeed.