Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Fifty-Eight

I don't know why the thought of eating my breakfast donut keeps crossing my mind when I just finished last night's dinner three hours ago and haven't been to sleep since. Yes, the schedule is all catawampus again, and there's nothing to be done about it. I need to save the breakfast donut for this afternoon or this evening, after I've slept for a while. Anyway, I've got some indigestion from the dinner, though no reflux yet.

Damn, got distracted for an hour. It's too hot in here. My brain has turned to soup. At least brain soup doesn't hop in the hamster wheel and run. I just yawned. Maybe that means I'm sleepy and can go to bed. Or maybe I've just bored myself. Occam's razor says the latter is most likely. I think I'll go to bed anyway. I won't be any stupider there than I am here, but there I won't write about it and bore everybody else too.