rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Two, Day Twenty-Eight

Triple digit high Friday was unsurprisingly unpleasant, though I believe I slept a bit better than I did the previous night. Today is to be moderately better, but the nights are cooling insufficiently. I'm very big mood and feel like old yeet. My head so stuffy I wish it would explode and words fly everywhere. It will probably be tough to get to sleep again. Weeks and weeks and weeks of summer ahead. I will read a book and hope that it swallows me. Maybe I will come back as an origami bird. That would be a nice change.

Another damned day. Again.