52/76-77: Tasking In the Horror

At this point I'm just guessing how many days have gone by, or if anything significant happened on any of them. Nothing has blown up, and I've eaten a couple of microwaved meals, and I've been taking something for a sore throat which might be related to an incipient toothache and/or to my displaced jaw that has me clenching my teeth in my sleep and waking up with headaches, or to the intermittent earache I've had a few days, but I'm going to assume it's metastasizing jaw cancer that will soon put me out of my misery, because I need some good news.

Right now I should be putting together a grocery order to be picked up at ten or eleven or so, which I have arranged, but I don't have a clear picture in my mind of what I'll be getting. Beyond beer and donuts food is just a dismal mystery to me. I should probably also microwave the dinner I didn't eat last night, now that I've had my breakfast donut (the last one in the box.) Of course I'd like be going back to sleep, but that's not an option. This stuff needs doing, and after that I need to bathe, and other things might come up, and there is no rest for the wicked, as the old saying goes. I'm assuming I'm wicked, or else why am I not resting, and why am I suffering from metastasizing jaw hypochondria? Can you tell me that? No, I didn't think so. So there.

It's shopping time. On the Idernet. Oh, the horror, the first world horror.