Reset Forty-Four, Day Nine

Another sleep disruption was Tuesday's contribution to this ongoing tale of decline. I tried to put the nap off until after midnight, but utter exhaustion overwhelmed me before eleven, and then the computer and I slept until after three o'clock in the morning. I never got around to fixing dinner, so I'll be having it for breakfast in a few minutes. It's stuff I don't want to leave sitting in the refrigerator for any longer. It's going to be weird. Onions cooking is not a scent I associate with dawn.

It's likely that the next wave of exhaustion will hit sometime after ten o'clock this morning and I'll have to sleep again, which means today would be shot, if I'd had any plans for it. I didn't, of course. I rarely have plans for anything anymore. Minute to minute, catch as catch can.

Okay, I just ate and now I'm feeling queasy again. These quick biscuits are not as good as I remember them. In fact they aren't very good at all. But at least the beer is good. Maybe I should have beer for breakfast every day. Well, probably not.

I need to go sit very still for a while.