I haven’t been getting a good sleep lately. It may have something to do with my bed being hard enough to split diamond. I don’t know why it is this way, possibly an ongoing practical joke which continues to amuse my hosts. Normally, Koreans like their hard beds, but my surreptitious tests of the other beds in this apartment made me realize that something was very very different about mine. Sometimes I’ll roll onto the floor and get a better sleep, it’s that hard. The other day I finally got my boss to try my mattress to prove that I wasn’t moaning about nothing. After sitting down and promptly laughing for a few minutes at my expense, they too agreed that my matress was awfully hard.
Then again, my lack of good sleep could also be due to my nightly suffocation at the hands of the supplied pillows. If my mattress is the most extreme of hard, then my pillows are the extreme of soft. My head sinks down into them like I was resting it on a pile of cotton balls, balls which fill the holes I usually like to breathe out of, oh I don’t know, every few seconds or so. I’ll wake up every few hours, feeling more tired than I did when I first lay down and wondering why my co-workers can drink more, sleep later and get up before me.
I’d throw away the pillows and rest my head on the mattress, but any sudden moves might give me brain damage. I’m not entirely sure which is worse though, suffocation or brain damage. When those are my two choices it’s no wonder I’m sitting here writing blogs into the wee hours of the morning.
Oh well, back to my slab.
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