Reset Forty-Nine, Day Ninety-Six

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Well, whatever the hell this is I didn't plan it. I actually don't remember how long I've been sitting here, or how much I slept Sunday, or how I managed to make a dinner around four o'clock this morning with Saturday's leftovers and a package of microwave noodles, or why that's all I remember about the last twenty or so hours, but whatever. It's Monday going on midday and I ought to have plans but don't, and if the hamster in my brain ever passes out again I might try to sleep some more, but there's no telling when or how that might come to be.

And I forgot to open the windows and turn the fan on again, so it's way hotter in here than it needed to be. Oh, and the computer and the phone decided to have an argument of some sort and wouldn't talk to each other for quite a while, which means I'm way behind on Idernet stuff I needed (well, wanted because, lets face it, Idernet is really bad with needs) to do. I wonder if I should eat breakfast and go to bed? I wish I had a pie. Pie is the perfect excuse for avoiding decisions.