Reset Forty-Six, Day Seven

[rejectomorph]

Monday off the rails went careening, blurring hours and thoughts, a mad mélange of confusions, now all but forgotten. Then a nap that turned into a 7 hour sleep, so today began early. That's probably why I feel so done with it already. I keep forgetting what I'm doing. Monday's dinner became Tuesday's breakfast, and I'll probably go back to sleep instead of having lunch. I keep smelling cat spray, and there is no cat. I think a cat might have gotten into my backyard and sprayed my chair and I sat in it. Things are just too weird. Can I get a do-over? Of life?