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rejectomorph) wrote2023-03-06 06:42 am
rejectomorph) wrote2023-03-06 06:42 am
Reset Forty-Eight, Day Twenty
I have no idea how it got to be this time of day. I was sure it was only about three o'clock in the morning, but here it is nearing dawn. Sunday afternoon the sun came out for a while and I had a nice nap in it, then slept quite a while on into the evening. Maybe that's what threw me off. Anyway, I had dinner rather late, then apparently doped off at the computer and just lost track. There is a bit of rain falling now, and it's just become visible as well as audible. My trapped balloon is still shriveling away in the backyard, looking quite sad. It's appropriate company I think.
Grocery pickup arranged for this afternoon. I need to sleep again, if I can. My brain hamster has been active lately, and my legs and feet itchy. Need some sort of cream on them. The legs and feet, not the brain hamster. He's figurative.
Grocery pickup arranged for this afternoon. I need to sleep again, if I can. My brain hamster has been active lately, and my legs and feet itchy. Need some sort of cream on them. The legs and feet, not the brain hamster. He's figurative.