I hate it when my mom sleeps downstairs. (To be fair, I also hate it when my dad sleeps downstairs.) What, it's too much fucking trouble to drag yourself upstairs? Thanks, now the whole floor of the house is cut off. Why in Bog's name would anyone want to voluntarily sleep on a couch? It's a couch! You have a ginormous king-sized bed upstairs! With, you know, sheets and fucking pillows! Ahh, don't mind me, I'm just bitter about being de facto exiled upstairs... where I have to keep the volume down on my stereo because Dad is sleeping in the giant bed. *grumble grumble*