rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred-Ten

I fear I just ate a piece of cake and a dish of vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup for breakfast. I can't pass it off as a late dessert from Sunday night, as I didn't eat dinner Sunday night. There isn't much memory of Sunday night, really, and I' m not even sure when I went to sleep, but I do know I slept longer than I'd expected, and when I woke up it was today already, though the sun was not up yet. It's up now. Way up, and now I'm wondering where the last two hours went. Did I fall asleep again while sitting here? At this point nothing would surprise me. Disconnecting from reality isn't a problem when your fantasy world is so enjoyable.

But I suppose I'll have to reconnect at some point. I think there's stuff that needs doing in the real world. If I can remember what it was. I guess it's a good thing I don't go out anymore. If I were out on the street in this state I'd end up under a bus for sure.