52/111-112-113: Madness

At the moment I'm eating a breakfast of two kinds of bread with butter. Safeway betrayed me, leaving me bereft of donuts. The bread will run out, so I'll have to break out the frozen cake at some point. But today it's just the French bread which Safeway calls Italian bread, and some actual dark rye, which I've ordered several times recently but which has never been in stock until now. The dark rye doesn't make up for the store's failure to provide donuts, but it does keep them from going onto my shit list. For now.

My detergent allergy is getting worse despite my latex gloves (and maybe I've developed a latex allergy too, which is a thing) and now the tips of several fingers are sore and cracked an raw and peeling, and I have no idea what to do about it. I still can't remember what I did the last time I had this condition, but it did eventually go away, perhaps on its own. Maybe I'll get lucky again.

Friday's shopping did exhaust me again, and annoyances prevented me from getting an early nap after squeezing all my new stuff away (just barely), so I ended up getting to sleep around sunset and waking again around midnight and getting up about one this morning, so I'm tired again and will soon go back to bed. Even without a proper routine my life is repetitively dull. Than goodness I get to sleep as much as I do. If I had to stay awake for this crap I'd surely end up mad. Madder. Truly deeply maddest.