rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Seven, Day Seventy-Three

Catastrophic Friday brought two more naps, neither of them very restful, and I have little memory of either them or the time around them. I do remember fixing one of my artichokes for dinner, and it was pretty good. Other than that I didn't feel like doing anything, so I didn't. Probably won't do much today either. It won't get too hot today, but Sunday is supposed to hit 70 degrees. WTF, February!? Don't make shit bloom. I can't deal with pollen right now.

Gotta get my feet up onto the bed.