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

An exhausting night of online grocery shopping. Thursday dinner was only a sandwich again, and I had to stop halfway through the shopping to microwave a ramen bowl. I've got butter out softening in case I need some toast for further repair, though I think I need a shower more. And I hope to get at least a little bit of sleep before all the text messages about substitutions start coming in from the store. I'm sure I'll need a nap this afternoon, if I'm not dead yet. Life should not be this annoying. But it sure as hell is.

High of 94 predicted today. Abundant sunshine, the forecast says. I will shake my fist at the sunshine! Humbug!