A lot happened this weekend. Chief among the things that happened had to be the purchasing of new sheets for my bed.

Last year I must have had some crazy mutant toenail growth, because one day my big toe snagged on my sheets and ripped a hole in them. As the nights passed, my nightly tossing and turning made the hole big enough that I could have thrown the sheet over a super fat person and turned it into their own personal loin cloth. I wasn’t that mean, so I just threw it away.

When I couldn’t handle sleeping in the torrential mass of cloth strips that once were my sheets any longer, I headed to my parents house to raid the linen closet… because I am cheap and don’t like to buy things that can be obtained for free. As my luck would have it, the only sheets available at no cost to me were Mickey Mouse sheets.

Now that I look back on it, giving me Mickey Mouse sheets had to be the smartest thing that my mother could have done to make me ‘be good’ while here at college, other than moving in with me (which was most definitely not an option). I mean, there’s no way I’m going to bring a girl in my room if the first thing she’s going to gaze upon is a tapestry of Mickey, Minnie and Goofy riding bikes together. You just can’t take that seriously… not to mention the damage it does to ones ego just to crawl into bed every night accompanied by an army of Disney characters. You try waking up with a smile while laying on top of Donald Duck.

Well, this weekend I took one more step away from weird. I ditched the old Disney sheets and graduated to solid green. No cartoons. No holes. Just nice, new, mono-color sheets like every other normal person on this planet. I know it’s not much, but at this point in my life, I’ll take anything that will get me even half a step closer to normalcy.