Reset Forty-Eight, Day Fifty-Eight
Apr. 22nd, 2023 06:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphI did a lot of cramping on Friday. It was mostly in my legs, as usual, but a couple of pretty bad ones hit my neck. One of those was while I was in bed, between sections of my evening nap. It was excruciating, and very much like what I imagine a fatal heart attack would feel, though in a different spot.
The evening nap itself was long delayed, beginning about eleven o'clock. I can't remember what delayed me, but I certainly wasn't doing anything important. Nothing important got done on Friday. I didn't even cook dinner. I made pancakes instead, and then fixed dinner early this morning, about five o'clock. The pancakes gave me extreme acid reflux, but so far the belated dinner hasn't had that effect.
I spent a lot of time between bouts of fitful sleep solving all my and the world's problems, but they appear to have grown back by the time I finally woke up. Funny how that happens. Funny odd, not funny like Laurel and Hardy. I thought about them for a while when I was solving problems, and considered how they skirt catastrophe with such a nerve wracking casualness, then when the catastrophe finally hits it turns out to be minor and hilarious. I wish life could be more like a Laurel and Hardy movie and less like something that's about to turn into the denouement of Michael Bay's Hamlet.
But when do I ever get my wish? And when do my wishes ever make sense? Never. Never.
I've only been awake for about two hours. I'll never get back to sleep now, but I certainly don't want to stay up. Not with this crazy brain running loose in my head.
The evening nap itself was long delayed, beginning about eleven o'clock. I can't remember what delayed me, but I certainly wasn't doing anything important. Nothing important got done on Friday. I didn't even cook dinner. I made pancakes instead, and then fixed dinner early this morning, about five o'clock. The pancakes gave me extreme acid reflux, but so far the belated dinner hasn't had that effect.
I spent a lot of time between bouts of fitful sleep solving all my and the world's problems, but they appear to have grown back by the time I finally woke up. Funny how that happens. Funny odd, not funny like Laurel and Hardy. I thought about them for a while when I was solving problems, and considered how they skirt catastrophe with such a nerve wracking casualness, then when the catastrophe finally hits it turns out to be minor and hilarious. I wish life could be more like a Laurel and Hardy movie and less like something that's about to turn into the denouement of Michael Bay's Hamlet.
But when do I ever get my wish? And when do my wishes ever make sense? Never. Never.
I've only been awake for about two hours. I'll never get back to sleep now, but I certainly don't want to stay up. Not with this crazy brain running loose in my head.
