Reset Forty-One, Day Twenty-Eight
Jun. 22nd, 2022 05:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphThe sweltery solstice Tuesday was pretty much what I expected, and after waking up soggy I spent most of the afternoon hiding in the dim apartment listening to the air conditioner burn money. I remained tired most of the day, lying down frequently but being too uncomfortable to actually nap. I found two slices of bread without mold and some broccoli I'd misplaced at the back of the vegetable drawer and ate those with a bit more of the leftover Spanish rice which I heated in the microwave. Aside from that, I think I only ate three cookies all day, but can't remember for sure as I suspect that part of my brain has boiled off.
When recharging my phone I failed to insert the cable properly, which resulted in the battery going dead and my losing Idernet unexpectedly, and after I fixed it and while the phone was finally actually recharging I flopped onto the bed and almost slept, though I kept thinking about the awful tufted chenille bedspreads my mom used to buy, on which I was expected to take naps when I was a kid, and I remembered once when I had a very high fever, and in my delirium I was plucking at the threads in the tufts because the feel of them so horrified me and I wanted to be rid of them.
Right now I've got the fan on and some windows open, but I don't know how near to cool the apartment can get before dawn. Probably not near enough to make sleeping comfortable. I'd get drunk, but I'm running low on stuff to mix with. There will have to be a store run soon, and also a bank visit, but all the upcoming days are set to be violently hot. It's going to be a rough week. But perhaps as more of my brain boils away I'll become less aware of the discomfort. Perhaps I'll become a vegetable. A cucumber, perhaps, with no memory at all, and no expectations. That would be nice.
When recharging my phone I failed to insert the cable properly, which resulted in the battery going dead and my losing Idernet unexpectedly, and after I fixed it and while the phone was finally actually recharging I flopped onto the bed and almost slept, though I kept thinking about the awful tufted chenille bedspreads my mom used to buy, on which I was expected to take naps when I was a kid, and I remembered once when I had a very high fever, and in my delirium I was plucking at the threads in the tufts because the feel of them so horrified me and I wanted to be rid of them.
Right now I've got the fan on and some windows open, but I don't know how near to cool the apartment can get before dawn. Probably not near enough to make sleeping comfortable. I'd get drunk, but I'm running low on stuff to mix with. There will have to be a store run soon, and also a bank visit, but all the upcoming days are set to be violently hot. It's going to be a rough week. But perhaps as more of my brain boils away I'll become less aware of the discomfort. Perhaps I'll become a vegetable. A cucumber, perhaps, with no memory at all, and no expectations. That would be nice.
