Reset Forty-Nine, Day Sixty-One
Jul. 24th, 2023 08:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSunday evening I let my phone battery run dry again (because old guys get stupider and stupider) so I plugged it in to the USB port on my shiny (near) new lamp and went back to re-watch a few videos I already had loaded on my hard drive, while I waited for the phone to gather enough juice that I could reconnect to the Idnerwebs. When I figured it was time I sat on the edge of the bed and restarted the phone, and while the OS was reloading, which usually takes two or three minutes, I thought I would let my hot feet cool off, so I kicked off the slippers and put my feet up, and when I lay back on the pillow I found the light too bright so I decided I would just rest my eyes for a moment, and the next thing I knew I was waking up from an unintended nap, with no idea how much time had passed.
I didn't find out then, as I discovered I had developed a case of bedrot, and instead of getting up to deal with the real world, I continued to lie there thinking random thoughts which soon vanished and indulging random memories which quickly returned to unremeberedness, and spent quite some time in that state, drifting back in and out of sleep, until some bit of lingering puritan guilt in the back of what was left of my mind finally induced me to sit up and check the time, and damned if it wasn't half past four in the morning. Well, what do you do in a situation such as that? Well, you get up and go pee, because you have to. But I think that if it weren't for my bladder I'd still be lying there, bedrotting like some Zoomer with (the illusion of) all the time in the world ahead.
I got back to the computer and was all set to resume the tasks I'd been working on when I'd lost Idernet, but to my chagrin I found that the machine, perhaps feeling vengeful over my abandonment of it, had frozen up, and I was forced to reboot it. After it rebooted, I had to do the hard part, which was relaunching the browser. That took quite some time, since I'd had quite a few tabs open, and it's pretty slow to launch even when it doesn't have that much crap to recall. My browser gets more like me every day.
Anyway, everything finally got squared away, and I set up delivery tracking for some stuff I'd bought at Kohl's. Yes, my sick consumerist side somehow convinced my rational, minimalist side that I needed more stuff and should use my accumulated (and nearly expired) "Kohl's Cash" to pay for it. So Sunday afternoon I ordered a damned air fryer, which I don't really have room to set up in my tiny kitchen, but crispy French fries. And anyway it was on sale. And then I discovered that I had a one-day 40% coupon that applied to this item, as well as to the two smaller clearance item's I'd ordered, so I went back and ordered one of those juicer-mixer things I have intermittently coveted when I occasionally want juice of some kind that I don't regularly buy because it goes stale before I can finish it.
So now I've got about three hundred plus bucks worth of stuff coming that I paid about one-thirty for out of pocket, so I'm feeling really smart and really stupid at the same time, because real bargain on stuff I don't really need at all, and now I've got another twenty bucks in Kohl's Cash I'll have to either spend or lose over the next couple of weeks, which is how they rope you in again and again. But crispy French fries. And fresh carrot juice. If I can clear a spot to set the damned things up.
Woe is me.
I didn't find out then, as I discovered I had developed a case of bedrot, and instead of getting up to deal with the real world, I continued to lie there thinking random thoughts which soon vanished and indulging random memories which quickly returned to unremeberedness, and spent quite some time in that state, drifting back in and out of sleep, until some bit of lingering puritan guilt in the back of what was left of my mind finally induced me to sit up and check the time, and damned if it wasn't half past four in the morning. Well, what do you do in a situation such as that? Well, you get up and go pee, because you have to. But I think that if it weren't for my bladder I'd still be lying there, bedrotting like some Zoomer with (the illusion of) all the time in the world ahead.
I got back to the computer and was all set to resume the tasks I'd been working on when I'd lost Idernet, but to my chagrin I found that the machine, perhaps feeling vengeful over my abandonment of it, had frozen up, and I was forced to reboot it. After it rebooted, I had to do the hard part, which was relaunching the browser. That took quite some time, since I'd had quite a few tabs open, and it's pretty slow to launch even when it doesn't have that much crap to recall. My browser gets more like me every day.
Anyway, everything finally got squared away, and I set up delivery tracking for some stuff I'd bought at Kohl's. Yes, my sick consumerist side somehow convinced my rational, minimalist side that I needed more stuff and should use my accumulated (and nearly expired) "Kohl's Cash" to pay for it. So Sunday afternoon I ordered a damned air fryer, which I don't really have room to set up in my tiny kitchen, but crispy French fries. And anyway it was on sale. And then I discovered that I had a one-day 40% coupon that applied to this item, as well as to the two smaller clearance item's I'd ordered, so I went back and ordered one of those juicer-mixer things I have intermittently coveted when I occasionally want juice of some kind that I don't regularly buy because it goes stale before I can finish it.
So now I've got about three hundred plus bucks worth of stuff coming that I paid about one-thirty for out of pocket, so I'm feeling really smart and really stupid at the same time, because real bargain on stuff I don't really need at all, and now I've got another twenty bucks in Kohl's Cash I'll have to either spend or lose over the next couple of weeks, which is how they rope you in again and again. But crispy French fries. And fresh carrot juice. If I can clear a spot to set the damned things up.
Woe is me.
