Holy crap do I ever want my own bed.  I need some sleep, for crying out loud!

My husband and I share a bed.  We share the bed that I got when I first got out of the Navy.  It's a full sized bed...  For two adults...  Yeah...  Small...

To make matters worse, when he sleeps he twitches like a bunny on crystal meth (myoclonic jerks and moving while dreaming) ever since he came back from Iraq this past February- he had some neurological trauma, so at least we have some explanation for why it's happening.

But it's annoying as fuck.  I can't get a good night's sleep because he's twitching all over the place.  Geh...  Even my pills can't knock me out deep enough to be able to ignore getting randomly kicked or poked.

So, yeah.  I want my own damn bed.