52/81-82: Daymare

There's no telling how much of the time I think I'm sleeping that I'm actually asleep. That's because the thoughts that run through my brain when I'm lying awake are so much like dreams that they might be dreams, and I might actually be asleep then. It often seems like there is no interruption in these dreamthoughts, but they go on all night which would mean I don't actually sleep at all anymore. But I think you're supposed to soon die if you don't sleep at all, and I'm not (as far as I can tell) dead yet, so I must be sleeping at least part of the time I'm dreaming. Still, I do feel tired most of the time I'm awake, so I must be getting at least a bit of actual sleep, but not enough. It's all so ambiguous though. The last couple (or what seems like a couple) of days are just a blur.

Computer's been doing weird shit. Windows updated itself last night, and it's been kind of a mess ever since. Not that it wasn't being weird before the update, but now it's weirder. I wonder if the computer knows I'm falling apart and is falling apart in sympathy? Or maybe that's just one of the things I dreamed. Or "dreamed."

Oh, and the weather forecast just turned scary. Over the next two weeks ten days will have highs in the eighties, and the other four will nudge that distressing number. The nights will be cool enough tat I can probably avoid using the air conditioner, as long as I use the windows and the fan to get cool air in at night and keep hot air out by day. But this is way too early in the year for this to be happening. It bodes quite ill for the coming summer.

Here it is time for Monday dinner. I think I'll just forget it and have ramen. It's going to be too hot to cook.