rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Five, Day Nine

Thursday there was more sleep weirdness, When an afternoon nap proved insufficient, so I went back to sleep for an hour or so after having been asleep for just a few minutes, and then a couple of hours after that lying down to get a kink out of my back and unintentionally dozing off for another three hours. If there were sleep police I'd be arrested for sure.

Again I didn't feel like cooking or eating anything, but finally fixed a ramen bowl, and after the final nap I opened a pint of ice cream and devoured about a third of that, which was the high point of the last forty hours or so. The mockingbird sang nearby for a while Thursday afternoon, making a nice change from the music videos I'd been watching. The videos came back after nightfall, when the birds fell silent. I miss the mountain owls.

I have no idea why I've been so sleepy lately, but I don't mind sleeping more. There's not much to be awake for anyway. If I were remembering my dreams I might not like it, as the fragments that remain briefly when I wake are rather distressing, but since they soon dissipate they aren't big problem. At least not for my conscious mind. My subconscious might be screaming in terror, but what I don't consciously know won't consciously hurt me. I'm not losing sleep over it. So far. So good.