You know that cartoon, comic joke, when an overweight character gets into bed, and it falls apart under them? Not so funny, when it happens to you in reality... Now, that I'm kinda stuck here, down at the countryside, at Mom's farm, I can enjoy the comforts of my shabby old room... Don't get me wrong, I usually stay here, when I come down for a visit, or to help with the spring/summer work, or the harvest... but those visits don't last long, and the last time I was here, I wasn't so... wide... Sigh... Currently I weight 107kg... (kilogram) I just rolled over, to the other side of the bed then... Crack! Had to ask my half-brother, to do something in secret... Best if mother doesn't know... She's kinda, psycho... well, she made an Alcoholist out of me, and an Autist out of my Half-brother... and ruining something in this dump, has a big chance to bring her psycho side out. Brother nailed some planks, to the under side of the bed... and found some of the empty bottles, I keep there... Yeah, yeah, the Doctors told me, not to drink, and you told me dear brother, not to drink... but I need to drink... F*ckin hard, to get rid of the empty bottles here... Getting them to the trash can, that is miles away from the house is a hard task, especially since they make that "clinking sound" wherever, whatever you put them into... not to mention, if you're a bit "imbalanced" at the moment, it can make it worse... So, where was I? Oh yeah, the bed... Bro also had to nail one of the planks, to the top side of the bed, unless I want one of the broken springs of the mattress, to cork my butt... so... it's extremely comfortable now... Sigh... Well, you know that old saying... You made your bed, now you have to sleep in it...