rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Eight, Day Seventy-Nine

So here I am almost seven o'clock Saturday morning, eating spicy nacho Doritos with sour cream and drinking my last can of Moon Haze pale ale, wondering how it came to this. And all I can say is hell if I know. I was once a perfectly (almost) normal kid with a schedule and friends and favorite activities, and now I'm this weird old guy living in a strange place and not knowing his arse from the hole the water company will probably be putting in the ground next Monday when my water will be off all day, and with no memory of what happened Friday other than getting the notice from the water company that the water will be off all day Monday. Monday. The day I'm supposed to get groceries fetched. Also the day my nephew is supposed to come and help me assemble my new floor lamp. Also the day I should probably be going to the bank.

What the hell good is time if it doesn't keep everything from happening at once?

Anyway. What I hope will happen now is that I'll get another crack at sleeping, as I don't think the recent ones turned out very well. I certainly don't feel rested, anyway. Maybe the ale will help me get to sleep, though it will probably contribute to my waking up too soon when I have to take a leak. I have no idea what I will do once I do wake up. Why would I? I certainly don't know anything else. Doritos! Criminy Dutch, dude!