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rejectomorph) wrote2022-10-17 09:43 am
Reset Forty-Five, Day Twelve
Sunday was mostly quiet, aside from the usual noise of the freeway, and I slept fairly late again, then again never got around to fixing an actual dinner, snacking on things I've now already forgotten. Another late evening nap lasted into the dark part of Monday morning, followed by more snacking and some Idnernet. I'm sure there was stuff I was supposed to do and didn't, but for a couple of hours my recent inexplicable sadness was replaced by an equally inexplicable amusement. It's as though I've gotten some cheap, dollar store knockoff of bipolar disorder. Off-brand madness. Yeah, that sounds like something I'd do.
Now I should probably try to sleep again. It's only supposed to get up to 79 degrees today, so the apartment should stay fairly comfortable. The rest of the week will be warmer again, until Saturday, when there is still a 21% chance of rain. But maybe tonight I'll actually feel like making dinner. It's been a while. I hope I haven't forgotten how.
Now I should probably try to sleep again. It's only supposed to get up to 79 degrees today, so the apartment should stay fairly comfortable. The rest of the week will be warmer again, until Saturday, when there is still a 21% chance of rain. But maybe tonight I'll actually feel like making dinner. It's been a while. I hope I haven't forgotten how.
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