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52/431: No Goose But Still Cooked
May. 10th, 2026 11:27 pmSomehow I managed to drag my sorry arse out to the sultry laundry room to do one load Sunday afternoon. The day was quite unpleasantly hot, and once again I avoided cooking dinner even though there is stuff I need to use up. Exhausted by the unaccustomed activity again, I took an evening nap which only ended a short time ago. I might attempt some cooking now, even though the apartment is still too warm for me.
One result of the nap was a temporal displacement, with me waking up to think an entire night had passed and the sun would soon be rising. I'm glad it won't. The thought of bright light at the moment appalls me. This photophobia happens now and then. I'm hoping I can stay awake until the night's last hour, then get to sleep before sunrise, and then won't have to see daylight until Monday afternoon. In the meanwhile I have the windows open to the coolish night air, and I'm finding consciousness not entirely unpleasant. Weird, I know.
Time to mess up the kitchen, I think. I'm actually feeling sort of hungry for what there is to eat. Still not looking forward to cooking, of course. The corollary to you can't always get what you want is sometimes yo get what you don't want. For me, cooking is pretty much always that. But the laundry is done. Yay.
One result of the nap was a temporal displacement, with me waking up to think an entire night had passed and the sun would soon be rising. I'm glad it won't. The thought of bright light at the moment appalls me. This photophobia happens now and then. I'm hoping I can stay awake until the night's last hour, then get to sleep before sunrise, and then won't have to see daylight until Monday afternoon. In the meanwhile I have the windows open to the coolish night air, and I'm finding consciousness not entirely unpleasant. Weird, I know.
Time to mess up the kitchen, I think. I'm actually feeling sort of hungry for what there is to eat. Still not looking forward to cooking, of course. The corollary to you can't always get what you want is sometimes yo get what you don't want. For me, cooking is pretty much always that. But the laundry is done. Yay.
