Attention: New hangout in Hangman's Treehouse

As you all, I'M SURE, already know, my previous roommate, j.lou, and I named our apartment "Hangman's Treehouse". This is, of course, obviously coming from the name of Peter Pan's hideout, Hangman's Tree. We just inserted house to really make it our own.
Also, j.lou called me earlier, brightening my day while also instructing me to do my homework, which, as you can clearly tell, I'm avidly working on.
Anyway, yesterday e.bro and I literally laid around in my bed for hours, and left it only to go to Walmart and make/eat dinner with cat.man.
Now I can not get enough of my bed. I am usually always in the living room/kitchen area. Not anymore. I literally am sitting (sometimes lying) in my bed with a bag of guacamole flavored tortilla chips, a giant vat of sour cream, my computer, and my biology notebook right at this moment.
(I tried to find a picture of GIANT sour cream containers, didn't work)

(side note: these chips are so good I can't stop. I'm literally eating more than I'm typing)
When I say giant vat I mean a 1/4 of a tub that e.bro and I almost finished off yesterday.
and you'll be happy to know when I pick e.bro up from work, we're getting extra snacks.