Wiktory!

I moved the futon all by myself into the basement! Fear me, I am mighty! The futon frame did not break, as I feared, and I did not break, though I didn't fear that quite as much. I don't think I'm even bruised!

I am smug. I also now have room for the new sofa-bed, just in time for potential guests! w00t!

The IKEA people are helpfully coming between 09:00 and 13:00, which means I will lose 4 valuable hours of sleep if I wait up for them, so I'm going to go to bed anyway and they can just bloody well cope with the fact that I'll be in my pajamas when they come. :P

Hrm.

My sofa-bed is not as squishy as I thought it would be. Nonetheless, it is a nice sofa. I am currently lying on it. Muaha.

The delivery guys told me it was one of the heaviest items in the whole store, and swore volubly in Romanian the entire time they were carrying it. The guy looked at me as though I was personally responsible for his potential hernia. Sheesh. What did he think? That I could carry it myself? I can barely manage a futon frame, and these two guys barely managed it along with a harness.

Anyway, I am now sofa-enabled, and it's very nice. Already covered in cat hair, naturally. The cats think it's a marvelous new cat bed that I have provided for their use.

Yay!


Now I have to figure out something for dinner, and debate whether I want to go to the gym today or tomorrow.