Mattress

Dear Diary,

My back hurts. I believe it's my mattress. The wooden table in my kitchen has more flexibility. I can break an egg on my mattress. I can crush a ceramic plate on it. I can smash a glass by dropping it on my mattress from a height of 3.5 feet. I have done two of these three.

But maybe I shouldn't complain. Maybe this is what you get for free. I got this mattress from the girl who was living in my apartment before me. Maybe that's why it was free. I should have gotten suspicious when she gave away the mattress for free and was charging $25 for a 2 feet high shoe rack. But I didn't buy that. Maybe I should have. I would have slept a whole lot better on that shoe rack than on this godforsaken mattress.

My friends suggested that I place a few soft throws and comforters over it to make it softer. I tried doing that. But it needed a lot of layers to make it even remotely comfortable. In the end, I didn't want to be able to touch the ceiling while lying on it. The money I'd have to spend to buy a ladder to get on top of it, I decided to spend on something else.

Yes, dear diary, I have decided to buy a new mattress tomorrow.