Reset Forty-Nine, Day Sixty-Six

It's likely that I'm snacking enough to avoid wasting away from not eating actual meals, but the fact is I skipped dinner again Friday night. I've got leftovers I could be eating, too, I just don't feel like it. Instead I'll crack open a beer and eat a couple of spoonsful of peanut butter, or a few slices pf cheese, or (a short time ago) half a bag of chips. My new, baggy clothes don't seem to be getting any baggier.

Of course I did a lot of napping Friday, as I have so many other days recently, so I'm probably not burning a whole lot of calories. And I'm certainly not burning any calories with my brain. That thing is barely functioning. I picture it as a big, slug-like lump that just sits there inside my head for no reason but that it's always been there. Sort of like the rest of me. I've been here as long as I can remember, so I continue to exist from force of habit. There's no other reason for me to stick around rotting away. It's not like I'll ever find a really good burrito again, so far from Los Angeles.

Yawning. I've been up since the stroke of midnight, so maybe it's time to go back to bed. My sore feet could certainly use some time up on the bed. I wonder if I should try ordering a meal from a restaurant? Maybe I'd feel like eating something if I didn't have to cook it.

Damned sun is coming up.