I Am Irrationally Irked at locations that are not my bed

In the past 48 hours, I have slept very little. 
Very.
Very.
Little.


Most of the sleep I have gotten has been in the form of 5-15 minute power naps wherever I happen to be located. 


Places I have napped in the past two days:
My couch
My friend's couch
A booth in Panera
A window sill in Cabell
A staircase in Clark
Any class I am currently enrolled in
The floor of the MAC
An elevator (Don't you dare judge me.)


You get the picture. Allow me to point something out to you though.
None of these locations is a bed. 
It doesn't sound like that big of a deal. I'm overreacting, right?


False.


You try living like that for a few days. Don't come crying to me when you feel like you have the back of the hunchback of Notre Dame when he is eighty-eight and about to die. Actually, that's a terrible simile. BECAUSE AT LEAST HE'S ON A BED. The fact that it is his death bed is kind of irrelevant to this post. 
Don't call me morbid. I'm just telling it how it is.


Add some sass to your class,
Jenna