von came in at twenty past one and i was still awake then to be ousted from his bed. (he complained the next morning his bed smelled of perfume and makeup.) actually, von's couch is a lot more comfortable than his bed, and accounts for my going to his place so often. this is because my own bed has no backboard and i cannot sit up and read in bed, only on my stomach. his couch is wide enough for tossing safely and has high sides to lean against and there are massive stiff cushions to lean back on or use as propping tables and he has a bark-coloured fleece blanket in his spare cupboard that i have appropriated. and now i shall figure out how to get to hi-rise on huron ave to buy the nutella and valrhona brioche that su-lin wants me to try for her. (heh, if you paid us, von says we will go and eat and review for you.)