rejectomorph | Reset Forty, Day Thirty-Six

Friday the thirteenth didn't turn out to be unlucky. It didn't turn out to be lucky either. It just turned out dull. I slept rather late, got a bit too warm, sneezed more than I wanted, and made a last minute switch at dinnertime when I discovered the bread I'd intended to use had gotten moldy. Come to think of it, Friday the thirteenth might have been a little bit unlucky. For the last hour I've been doing a whole lot of yawning, and not much else. It's probably time to sleep again. I can't imagine anything else I could do would be of any use whatsoever. And going to sleep will prevent my jaw from opening too wide and popping out of place when I yawn once too often. Sounds like a plan.