rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Eight, Day Eighty-Two (Reply)

Barely keeping my eyes open. Monday was a rough day. Unable to sleep either time I went to bed, I ended up being awake for some twenty hours straight, which is something I really can't afford to do anymore. But stuff got done. Groceries were fetched, and my lamp got assembled. It probably didn't need a bulb that gets as bright as the one my nephew picked up, but I don't expect I'll be using the torchier all that much anyway, and the bulb for the reading lamp attachment is fine. I will indeed be able to reach the off switch without getting out of bed, which has been a long-time goal.

After all the excitement, I finally got some sleep, crashing about six o'clock in the evening and sleeping until half past ten. I still felt tired, and didn't get around to fixing any dinner with the stuff I got from the store, but chips and sour cream and a beer will tide me over. Now I need to sleep some more, and I hope I'll feel better next time I wake up. The fan has the apartment down to an almost tolerable temperature for sleeping. It was so sultry Monday! I almost decided to get out myself and go to the bank, but between my aching legs and very sore feet, and the terrible heat, I decided not to. It's just as well, I'm sure. The bank can wait. I need to stay as cool as I can.