My Bed

There is a lack of flat surfaces in my room. So everything tends to get chucked on the bed, and I have to somehow find a space for myself when the time comes to collapse into my horrid pit to sleep, perchance to not wake up in the morning. The two visible (ish) books are "Swearing: A Social History Of Foul Language, Oaths And Profanity In English" by Geoffrey Hughes, and "Outlaw Journalist: The Life And Times Of Hunter S Thompson" by William McKeen.

The bed itself is constantly collapsing, due to the mattress being supported by a loose collection of slats unfixed to the frame. I really must fix the bloody thing, lest I die horridly of bed failure.