rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Seven, Day Twenty-Seven

My weird schedule is going to get me in trouble. I've arranged to have goods picked up from a store this afternoon, but I haven't put the order together on their web site yet, although I've had all night. I napped Sunday evening and woke up near midnight, but squandered a couple of hours trying to decide what to do about the fact that I was hungry, and finally decided to make some pancakes, even though I like chocolate milk with them and had only a few drops of milk left. I also used up the last of my maple syrup, and will have to add that to my shopping list.

So I have to do all that, and need to shower at some point, and will soon be getting tired again and needing to sleep, but have to be awake this afternoon, and also need to see if there will be a trash pickup tomorrow since there was a holiday, though it was on a Sunday, and such disruptions always leave me confused because the world is in the habit of doing things I don't expect, and I don't adjust well to surprises. In short, I'm getting the fantods. More than usual, I mean.

World doesn't have the cards I want. World says Go Fish. Okay, I'll fish. But I don't have to like it.