I have a proper double bed in my bedroom already. This is a
lousy futon couch that doubles up as a spare bed but it has been
permanently a lounging bed for me since Bear's sis last slept over
last year. 
I feel like a Queen, lying in the middle of the bed watching TV,
snacking, having my newspapers and magazines and etc etc all within
reach on either side of the bed.
Yesterday, there was an interesting Japanese documentary where they
interview 13 Japanese youths as they grow older, every seven years.
There was this little girl who LOVED to be alone and seven years
later, she STILL loved to be alone. Another seven years later and
you guessed it, she's happy to be alone! 
Some stuff she says reminds me of myself.
On top of that, a recent Tarot reading in a fair and this lady told
me that I love being alone, but always struggle to not be alone,
but I should just accept the fact and struggle no more. Like how the hell did she know?
