rejectomorph (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rejectomorph) wrote2023-04-25 09:54 am
rejectomorph) wrote2023-04-25 09:54 am
Reset Forty-Eight, Day Sixty-One
Did I forget to do this? Yes, I did. Monday I had three sleeps, the middle one, afternoon and evening, being unsatisfactory and difficult. I finally collapsed about one o'clock this morning, then woke up, uncomfortable, fevered, and itchy, about five o'clock, getting the day underway before the dawn arrived. I keep thinking how strange everything is anymore. I just had some pancakes, a bit burned, the batter having been too thick and the fire too high, but on the whole no worse than I usually do with cooking. Right now I'm drinking an improvised chocolate-coffee soda with a shot of rum, because why the hell not? Breakfast! I'll be dead soon anyway, so what would be the point of behaving responsibly?
(Dozen thoughts run through my addled brain and get lost.)
So life is like thousands of jigsaw puzzles that have been jumbled together and then randomly boxed and handed out, and reality says "here, make what you want out of this." So we do, and once in a while it actually looks like it might make sense, if you squint just right. Hoorah. Then a tree falls on you in the forest and you're the only one who hears. Then they find zombie you and put it in prison or give it a fortune, un coup de dés. Are you happy yet? How the hell could you know?
The sneezing has begun in earnest. Hello, spring. I never should have pulled those weeds this morning. I never should have.
An old song from Portland indie band Eyelids, which sounds like they're trying to play "The Girl From Ipanema" but keep forgetting it.
(Dozen thoughts run through my addled brain and get lost.)
So life is like thousands of jigsaw puzzles that have been jumbled together and then randomly boxed and handed out, and reality says "here, make what you want out of this." So we do, and once in a while it actually looks like it might make sense, if you squint just right. Hoorah. Then a tree falls on you in the forest and you're the only one who hears. Then they find zombie you and put it in prison or give it a fortune, un coup de dés. Are you happy yet? How the hell could you know?
The sneezing has begun in earnest. Hello, spring. I never should have pulled those weeds this morning. I never should have.
An old song from Portland indie band Eyelids, which sounds like they're trying to play "The Girl From Ipanema" but keep forgetting it.