Don’t write in bed.

I wondered for a long time how people could die smoking in bed. It doesn’t happen all the time, but every once in a while you’ll hear a story about a house fire that killed some poor soul. Then the news anchor will stare into the screen with a barely concealed contempt, and utter the following:

“The fire department has determined the cause of fire was fromĀ smoking in bed.”

As if to say that smoking in bed was akin to raping the world-tree. I’m no fan of smoking, but I assume once it has killed the person, they’ve received their just desserts.

I mention this because I now understand HOW it could happen — which was the part confusing me for so long. I don’t like to write at my desk — I play LoL there, watch movies… it’s too easy to pull focus off the work. So lately I’ve taken to writing in bed with my laptop. Then I woke up in the middle of the night, with the edge of my laptop wedged into my face, and the hot processor burning a mark into my chest.

So I understand how you can die from smoking. On another note, it’s probably a bad idea because when I’m in bed, I intend to be asleep. Not writing. As much as I wish I could sleep type, I haven’t mastered it quite yet.