lol for about one second, then I realise just how thoroughly true and tragic that is.
I slept on the floor for six years when I moved into my first apartment. I was tired of manoeuvering though furniture, and didn't want to spend any money on it either, trying to make the money last so it would be longer before I had to get a job. Bit ironic now, considering how totally cluttered and difficult to navigat my house is these days. And I sleep in a chair. Back in that first apartment, I never did get any furniture. I loved having all that space too much; it was great.