I woke up today under a mountain of bubble wrap.
It's true. Last night my friends and I liberated a few bags of industrial bubble wrap from the dumpster behind a craft store. It fills the living room, taking over all available floor space so that whenever someone wants to go from point a to point b, they must be unafraid to stomp upon a thousand plastic bubbles. And I, drunkenly and without hesitation, decided i would sleep upon this mound of bubbles and nest within it.
Thus, upon waking, I was nearly submerged.
It made my day.
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