rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Seven, Day Sixty-Three

More of the same Tuesday: cold, sleeping, eating stuff (baked potatoes and sautéed red cabbage for lunch, sandwich for dinner) Idernet, not buying pants, itchy, swollen feet. All I really want to do anymore is sleep, but I can't sleep all the time. I have to consider that a design flaw. I'm going to go sleep right now, if the hamster in my brain will let me. I remembered to leave butter out to soften so I could have cinnamon toast and cocoa as a bed time snack, but I finished that two hours ago. Time just doesn't work the way it used to. Neither do I.