rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Nine, Day Thirty-Five (Reply)

Oh, dear, the time of day, the light in the sky. Most of Tuesday was consumed in recovering from Monday, and in not sleeping well, and in digital folderol. I didn't get dinner until early this morning, and I'm still feeling stuffed. The next few days are apt to be weird. A period of extreme heat is starting, and I don't know if I'm ready for it. My fried brain could become a refried brain. That's how I like my beans, not my brain.

See, it's fried right now, and I keep hitting the wrong keys on this keyboard, and going out of focus, and the Big Heat isn't even here yet. It's hot, but not that hot. Right now I've turned the air conditioner on to get the room down to 70 degrees or so so I can get to sleep. And tomorrow is going to be way worse. I hope we don't get a power outage. That would be catastrophic.