rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Seven, Day Twenty-Five

Friday I ended up dithering a great deal and never got around to ordering any groceries. Maybe I'll get my act together today. Maybe I won't. I'm sort of enjoying falling out of the real world, though it intrudes when I get hungry for something I don't have any more of. Practicality is such a drag. Each day I wish I could dream away into oblivion. Eventually. Probably not just yet.