rejectomorph | Reset Thirty-Nine, Day Nine

This going to sleep before midnight is so weird, especially since midnight is now an hour earlier than it was last week. Sunday night I just couldn't anything, so I went to bed. That led to waking up before sunrise, with a whole day ahead, a blank slate on which I'll write... probably nothing. It's not for lack of ideas, but loss of the ability to organize thoughts, or much of anything else. My vestigial brain leaks anything other than clichés like a sieve. Also stuff hurts, which is terribly distracting.

There could be some rain as early as tonight, and Tuesday has a 68% chance of morning showers. It was cloudy this morning, and though the sun is coming out now I feel rather chilly. I microwaved some coffee with milk earlier, and now I'm thinking about making some cocoa. Sunday night's dinner went unmade, so I could have that for lunch, though at the moment I don't like thinking about foods. No appetite for thoughts, which I guess is not surprising since they'd be unorganized.

Since I don't feel good for anything else, I'll probably go watch music videos for a few hours. Maybe the mockingbird will show up today. The bush on the fence is dense with white flowers, and a bit of new growth is emerging on the grape vine. I should water them today, as the rain that is due is unlikely to be sufficient. Insufficiency seems to be a characteristic of the time. I'll count on not counting on anything.