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Reset Forty-One, Day Eight
Jun. 1st, 2022 04:24 amTuesday went by without a wakeup spam call, much to my surprise. The other things that didn't happen Tuesday were, well, just about everything. Just about everything not happening is the same as next to nothing happening, so the day was effectively a zero. Aside from the whole 'nother day older thing, of course. That seems to be unavoidable. Even the deepest lassitude fails to halt the process of aging.
Another process that didn't take a break was the spewing of pollen. Another plant decided that I needed to sneeze a lot, and made that happen. Must add tissues to the shopping list. Might forget them, as I'm pretty sure I've sneezed a significant percentage of my brain out. Feeling kind of sad, too. The pollen might have a depressant in it.
I came across a YouTube video of reproducing piano recordings made in the 1900s by Debussy. I've almost decided that I want his version of Clair de Lune playing when I'm dying. Sorry, Foo Fighters. DOA is out.
Another process that didn't take a break was the spewing of pollen. Another plant decided that I needed to sneeze a lot, and made that happen. Must add tissues to the shopping list. Might forget them, as I'm pretty sure I've sneezed a significant percentage of my brain out. Feeling kind of sad, too. The pollen might have a depressant in it.
I came across a YouTube video of reproducing piano recordings made in the 1900s by Debussy. I've almost decided that I want his version of Clair de Lune playing when I'm dying. Sorry, Foo Fighters. DOA is out.
