Sky, you are definitely not the only one. Heck, I went through a phase a few years ago where I would spend months at a time sleeping on the couch instead of my bed.
If it's really hot, I've been known to pack ice packs around me in bed...particularly down around my feet. For some reason, that is the part of me that never fails to tell exactly what my body temp is. If I'm cold, they are little blocks of ice, if I'm hot, they are like bricks straight out of the oven.
I've also spent my share of nights sleeping on the bathroom floor. Once was food poisoning from Sonic and the rest were....um....booze induced. My most, well, I can't say memorable because I don't remember much, but it was certainly an infamous instance was my 19th birthday party. Yep, downed a half a bottle of Crown on an empty stomach.
Yeahhh, that didn't end well at all