Reset Forty-One, Day Seven
May. 31st, 2022 04:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphAnother day gotten through without descending (ascending?) into madness, and no catastrophes, at least not nearby or novel. After the brief respite Sunday, the spam phone calls returned Monday. For a couple of months they dropped of, but about a week ago I started getting them daily again, always in the morning when I'm asleep. Sometimes I can get back to sleep after getting one, but Monday I couldn't and spent the next couple of hours fighting with my brain hamster, who wouldn't stop spinning his wheel. I guess I could turn the phone off, but then I could miss an actually important call, so I don't. And I'm not sure I know how to turn the thing off anyway.
Monday's dinner sandwich made me feel a bit queasy, and now I feel a bit bloated as well, and I'm hoping it won't interfere with my sleep. Once a day is enough for that. And today's spam call is probably between five and seven hours hence.
Less now, as the computer froze up and had to be rebooted and I lost half an hour. Anyway. There was supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, and it was expected to be either spectacular or to amount to nothing. I wouldn't be able to see it from the mini-metropolis either way, it being too bright here. Unless of course it turned out to be a mass of huge fireballs, which is very unlikely. I did go out and look up a couple of times but saw nothing. It's probably for the best, as looking up for a prolonged period of time hurts my neck.
I'm going to take one last look then go read more of the terribly sad story by Colette I'm in the middle of. I enjoy reading about people whose lives are more dismal than my own. It's a very special kind of schadenfreude that makes me feel lucky. Add a piece of chocolate and my life is damned near perfect for a few minutes.
Monday's dinner sandwich made me feel a bit queasy, and now I feel a bit bloated as well, and I'm hoping it won't interfere with my sleep. Once a day is enough for that. And today's spam call is probably between five and seven hours hence.
Less now, as the computer froze up and had to be rebooted and I lost half an hour. Anyway. There was supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, and it was expected to be either spectacular or to amount to nothing. I wouldn't be able to see it from the mini-metropolis either way, it being too bright here. Unless of course it turned out to be a mass of huge fireballs, which is very unlikely. I did go out and look up a couple of times but saw nothing. It's probably for the best, as looking up for a prolonged period of time hurts my neck.
I'm going to take one last look then go read more of the terribly sad story by Colette I'm in the middle of. I enjoy reading about people whose lives are more dismal than my own. It's a very special kind of schadenfreude that makes me feel lucky. Add a piece of chocolate and my life is damned near perfect for a few minutes.
