Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Twenty-One

It appears that I slept all night Thursday, if you don't count the several interruptions when I was lying awake in the dark, wondering if I should get up or try to get back to sleep. Obviously I repeatedly chose the latter option, and the result was that, eventually, I rolled over (not as easy as it once was) and looked at the window and saw a faint band of light spreading below the blinds and knew night was ending. I know I had several unpleasant dreams, but of course I've forgotten them now. I've also forgotten what I'm doing, and what I was going to say next, or even if I knew what I was going to say next or if I was just going to surprise myself.

I did just eat some ramen for brunch, though, and now I'm going back to bed, and nobody can stop me. Nyah nyah. Neener neener. Damn, I should have had a shot of vodka with that ramen, since I have no sake. Oh well. My brain is probably demented to the equivalent of being drunk anyway. Happy Equinoctial Transition.