Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Eighty

Sunday was dull, as Sundays are, an I was lethargic and indecisive, only fixing a half=assed dinner rather late in the evening. I flat out don't remember having nap, but if I did it wasn't a good idea, because now I am awake much later than I'd intended to be, and today's plans are at risk. I forgot to call my niece and set up a specific time for grocery pickup, and the hour when I should be getting online and actually ordering is approaching. The problem is I'm starting to feel tired, and will do a crap job if I don't get some sleep first, but if I sleep now I'm likely to sleep way too late to get the order in soon enough to get a pickup time, although since I haven't set it up I don't know when the best one would be anyway, so it's all a catawampus pig's breakfast anyway. And it's still 76 degrees in here and I'm all hot and sweaty and thus out of sorts.

I just ate half a bag of Fritos chili cheese chips, which was probably a bad idea (another one!) and feel queasy. It's probably a good thing I didn't follow through on my impulse to open a tub of sour cream to dip them in. A little voice in my head just kept saying you are the only dip you need. Thanks, rude little voice. I guess I truly was the only dip I needed. But mu back has gotten quite achy, and whether I fall asleep or not I do need to lie down for at least a bit. My blinds are open to allow the night air free passage, so maybe if I do fall asleep the morning sun coming in will wake me in time to game my grocery order on time. Whatever time that turns out to be.

Am I demented yet? I think maybe I am. But I still want cookies.