rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Thirty-Two

I don't remember when I got up Tuesday. It seems like an age ago. I remember nodding off in the early evening, then trying to sleep again and failing, so getting up and doing nocturnal things. I made a sandwich and got only moderate indigestion, and The Bad Tooth(s) has or have been fairly quiet. Maybe the anti-inflammatory medication is working. I've also put some medicated roll-on stuff on some sore and itchy spots on my neck, and that condition appears to have improved as well. The stuff has a nice, almost citrusy fragrance too, a bit like spurge laurel. It's an herbal thing, so it might actually have spurge laurel in it.

I checked the Safeway ad that came out today, and it does have several things I want on sale, though not as many as last week's ad had. I'll make do, I suppose. A couple of the sale items are actually quite good, if they don't run out before I can order them. Anyway, I'll try to arrange a pickup for Friday, though this week's Friday sale has only one item I'd want, and I don't want it all that much, so I could easily do it another day. One day is pretty much like another anymore.

Oh the butter is soft and I can make some cinnamon toast now for a bedtime snack. It's getting hard to stay awake again. I hope I don't faceplant in my toast. I hate to get butternose.