I have a bed to make but I am going to lie in THIS bed for a bit. I went and had a massage. I was out. It's almost like of all the clutter and crap I hang on to, part of me hopes that a massage therapist can “massage” it out of me. Sure, as he does deep pressure massage on my back, arms and legs it's like he IS squeezing the negativity out of me like toothpaste. But WHERE it comes out I don't know. Yuck!