Princess and the Pea.

Do any of you remember that story? It's of this princess who sleeps on a bed and complains that the matress is lumpy. Someone stashed a pea under it so she can feel it. Anyways, she whines about it and her servants or something bring her matresses until the stack is like a hundred matresses tall and she can STILL feel the damn pea. Now I can't remember how the story ends, or who put the pea there or what the moral of the story was BUT I do remember how much my parents used to tease me about it. Whenever I would complain about something my parents would call me the princess and the pea. Now I can't remember if this was justified (I prefer to believe it wasn't) but I DO remember how much it bothered me. It usually made me complain more about how I was NOT the princess, it was just too HOT with these pyjamas on. Actually, I have no idea what a 6 year old me would complain about (other than a 4 year old brother).

Now that I think about it, that might have been a Robert Munch story.. I used to love him.

Anyways, I was just sitting here thinking: my feet are cold. My hands are dry and peeling. I don't want to sleep. I have to get up in 6 hours.

When really I should be thinking: I had such a nice day. I got to dance in my kitchen. This bed is awesome. This laptop is awesome. I have drawing class tomorrow. I LIKE drawing class. I live in montreal and it's fantastic.

See it? Who the fuck cares about the damn pea when you have a hundred god damn matresses.

I'm glad we had this chat.