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Reset Fifty, Day Sixty
Sep. 10th, 2024 10:19 amIt's getting late again, and I'm trying to remember if I did anything really stupid Monday, aside from the routine stupidities like eating the wrong stuff and writing a really dumb journal entry, but I can't recall a thing. I mean like anything. The whole day is a blank slate just waiting to be filled with wonders, except for the whole being over and gone thing. To bad. It's probably much more fun to contemplate in vacant retrospect than it was in anticipation back on Sunday, which I've also forgotten, so I can't actually be sure, but since there's no way to check I might as well pretend. Who will call me on this bullshit? Nobody! Nobody give's a rat's ass!
So now I've got today to fill up with something, which will probably be more stupid stuff, probably on the Idernet. I won't be taking my rotting carcass anywhere, after all, and even if I had the energy to haul rotting carcass it would still be too hot today. 94 sultry degrees, but the next two weeks look okay. Only four days in the nineties, the rest in the eighties, except for three in the blessed seventies. And five cloudy or partly cloudy days, two of which might bring morning showers (though I'm not holding my breath.) It would be nice, though, so yes, please.
Oh, I remember a stupid thing I did at some point earlier this week. I let a fly get into the apartment, and it's been pestering me ever since. It was probably Monday, when my niece brought me a half gallon of milk and took away a letter to mail. I've tried to lure the thing out, but it refuses to follow me to a door. It's probably enjoying the relative coolness indoors. I certainly am. I'd enjoy it more without the damned fly buzzing around me, of course. And now that I think of it, I think I mentioned this yesterday, so here's my first stupid thing I recall doing today: Telling the same dumb story two days in a row.
I need to eat something. Monday's dinner, probably. I'll try not to eat Buzz (I remembered his name!) with it. He's probably getting old, and might easily sit down on the plate and just die there, and my eyesight has gotten so bad I could miss seeing him on my food and devour him and never know where he'd gone. It's a sad life for a fly. I'd still whack him dead if I were faster, but I'd suffer a bit of regret, though none that I hadn't eaten him. Get away, Buzz! I'm certifiably crazy, and don't mean you well!
So now I've got today to fill up with something, which will probably be more stupid stuff, probably on the Idernet. I won't be taking my rotting carcass anywhere, after all, and even if I had the energy to haul rotting carcass it would still be too hot today. 94 sultry degrees, but the next two weeks look okay. Only four days in the nineties, the rest in the eighties, except for three in the blessed seventies. And five cloudy or partly cloudy days, two of which might bring morning showers (though I'm not holding my breath.) It would be nice, though, so yes, please.
Oh, I remember a stupid thing I did at some point earlier this week. I let a fly get into the apartment, and it's been pestering me ever since. It was probably Monday, when my niece brought me a half gallon of milk and took away a letter to mail. I've tried to lure the thing out, but it refuses to follow me to a door. It's probably enjoying the relative coolness indoors. I certainly am. I'd enjoy it more without the damned fly buzzing around me, of course. And now that I think of it, I think I mentioned this yesterday, so here's my first stupid thing I recall doing today: Telling the same dumb story two days in a row.
I need to eat something. Monday's dinner, probably. I'll try not to eat Buzz (I remembered his name!) with it. He's probably getting old, and might easily sit down on the plate and just die there, and my eyesight has gotten so bad I could miss seeing him on my food and devour him and never know where he'd gone. It's a sad life for a fly. I'd still whack him dead if I were faster, but I'd suffer a bit of regret, though none that I hadn't eaten him. Get away, Buzz! I'm certifiably crazy, and don't mean you well!
