We have the loudest bedframe in the world, which is funny because it's called The Zen. It's a wooden frame with three particle board panels to hold the mattress. The bed has always been a bit creaky, but somewhere between summer and fall things really got out of hand. The simple act of crawling into bed started a racket not unlike the fireworks that are often set in the lot behind our apartment here. To roll over was to fire a series of gunshots. Sleepless nights ensued. This weekend, we vowed to do something about it. I thought we'd have to get out the oil and tighten the screws or throw the frame out altogether, but all it took in the end was a little panel-flipping and a few pieces of that sticky-back felt and it's as though we have a brand-new bed frame.
I am SO goddamned happy! I can't wait to go to bed. Good-night.
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Just spent the evening with Lock, who was up here for the afternoon. He left at 10 to drive home. It made me feel old. I would never do that at such an insensible hour.
Do you know about his mom?
Yeah, Dean was in town last weekend and he told me. It didn't surprise me though because I think I had heard something vaguely like it through the grapevine. How is he? Last I heard, he wasn't really speaking to her, but I wonder if they patched things up?
well they spent a month together and the sisters too. he sounds really good now about it and in general actually.
was kind of refreshing to see him so healthy
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