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rejectomorph) wrote2023-07-26 03:26 am
rejectomorph) wrote2023-07-26 03:26 am
Reset Forty-Nine, Day Sixty-Three
One of the packages from Kohl's was supposed to be delivered Tuesday, but it never was. The delivery companies are getting themselves on my shitlist. The other big package is now supposed to arrive today, and I guess the first one should too, but I'm not holding my breath. The one that was due Tuesday was the one with the juicer-blender thing in it, and I was looking forward to making a drink of some sort with it, but disappointment. I think both of these packages need to be signed for, which makes my sleep schedule even more problematic than usual. I suspect this is going to be a rough day. Tomorrow, too, if the packages don't both arrive today. The third, smaller package I've pretty much forgotten about. It should just get dropped on the porch. Eventually.
My Tuesday evening nap was not successful, so naturally I'm quite tired again. That seems to be my most common state these days. When I'm awake I think about being asleep, and I suspect that when I'm sleeping I dream about sleep, if I dream at all. The other thing I've been doing is eating. Tuesday afternoon I fried two potatoes, and half an hour later seeing that there was still a lot of olive oil in the pan I decided to fry two more. Don't want to waste that oil. It's expensive. Anyway, eating four potatoes in one afternoon is probably less than deal, especially when my arse is already so fat I have a hard time hoisting it from this chair. In fact the thought of hoisting arse is probably the only thing that has kept me out of bed so far tonight. But bed is just about to win. I'm yawning so often and hard I might dislocate my jaw if I don't get to sleep. Now.
My Tuesday evening nap was not successful, so naturally I'm quite tired again. That seems to be my most common state these days. When I'm awake I think about being asleep, and I suspect that when I'm sleeping I dream about sleep, if I dream at all. The other thing I've been doing is eating. Tuesday afternoon I fried two potatoes, and half an hour later seeing that there was still a lot of olive oil in the pan I decided to fry two more. Don't want to waste that oil. It's expensive. Anyway, eating four potatoes in one afternoon is probably less than deal, especially when my arse is already so fat I have a hard time hoisting it from this chair. In fact the thought of hoisting arse is probably the only thing that has kept me out of bed so far tonight. But bed is just about to win. I'm yawning so often and hard I might dislocate my jaw if I don't get to sleep. Now.