Of all the things I've lost, I miss my bed the most.

Tomorrow I have two midterms. This is fun. It means I should probably go to bed. Problem is, I have no idea where my bed is, as it currently looks like this...

I dub this the textbook/mail/handouts and study guides/my whiteboard that fell off my door today clusterfuck.

This is where I've been sitting all night, writing papers and briefing court cases. And yes, that is my hair dryer, and no, I haven't moved it since this morning, and yes, I've been sitting on it. It's fine.

Usually, I have this theory that I'm saner when my room is clean. However, my room is clean right now. My bed, that's a different story. And the moral of that story is that I need to be in my bed, but I don't think there is room for me.