rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Seven, Day Eleven

During Friday's evening nap I chomped on the inside of my cheek, and it's really sore. That's how I woke myself up, about half past one this morning. I'm glad I had dinner before the nap, as the open wound is averse to having food touch it. I've been treating it with vodka, which was only painful at first. Now it's just uncomfortable. I don't know how long it will take to heal. Annoying.

Today we're supposed to be getting the heaviest rain since last winter, with as much as two inches expected in some places. It's supposed to get windy too, and I've been hearing rain ever since I got up and the wind is steadily getting stronger. I ought to be going back to sleep before much longer, but it it gets stormy enough it's likely to wake me up. Right now I'm going to wash some dishes and then fix a bedtime snack of something soft, that won't irritate the giant hole in my cheek. That probably means oatmeal. Damn, I hope I didn't give myself rabies.