Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Fifty-Seven

If I squeezed my brain real tight I might remember something of Tuesday, but I don't want to. I know I went to sleep too early Tuesday night, and now I've gotten up too early Wednesday morning and want to go back to sleep already, but today is the day my tea is to be delivered, and the day my nephew is supposed to pick up the stuff I ordered from CVS, including the battery which will stop the smoke alarm from periodically chirping loudly at me. I don't know when either event is to take place, but probably both after noon, and it is probably going to be raining. My nephew is fairly waterproof, but the package of tea might not be so, so I want to be awake and alert to bring it in when it arrives. But damn, I'm tired as hell right now and really want to be under my cozy covers and unconscious. I didn't eat Tuesday's dinner until after four o'clock this morning, and the bottle of stout I washed it down with is being very overrelaxing.

I hear a drip-drip-drip now and then, and I need to go around and check the ceiling for leaks. Then I think I'll absolutely have to go to sleep. I can't keep my eyes open.