52/424: Coma Coma Coma Coma Coma Chameleon

Surely it's not unreasonable that I skipped dinner again Saturday night and just ate four Oreos and five slices of Havarti. I did get my dishes done, just in case I did want to cook something, but then my energy was gone. And I did eat that Kind almond and cranberry bar earlier, so that counts as almost food. Plus I slept a lot... I mean a lot... over the last couple of days, so it's not like I need all that much food for energy.

True my brain has been running like a hamster in a wheel, getting nowhere, but my body might as well be in a coma, for all the exercise it's getting. In a few minutes I'll be getting even less exercise than I do by hitting the keys I'm using to write this, because I'll be going to sleep again. That means I'll be getting a piece of bedtime chocolate, which will provide all the energy I'll need if my dreams get energetic.

They probably won't, though. There might not even be any dreams. I've got the feeling that these days I just disconnect from the world altogether when I sleep. That's why I have no idea where I am when I wake up. Reality just doesn't have much of a grasp on my mind anymore. And why would it? There isn't even any dinner in it now.


( Sunday Verse )