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rejectomorphSo I didn't get my afternoon sun nap Wednesday, but that's because I didn't wake up until half past three in the afternoon, which is prime sun napping time. I suppose I could have just opened the blinds to bathe the bed in light and tried to get back to sleep, but the fact is I felt all slept out. Instead I just started doing "morning" things, but not knowing whether or not I'd already done them in the actual morning, because I couldn't remember much of the previous day. Once my brain began to focus I counted my donuts and found the right number to demonstrate that I had not in fact already done morning once that day, so I did morning in the late afternoon. It was fine.
(Is it odd that other people count their blessings and I count my donuts?)
A couple of minutes ago I just nodded off with my head leaning on my hand and my elbow slipped and I almost planted my face on the keyboard. That could have been disastrous. If the keyboard had gotten broken I'd have been unable to finish this entry, and then I'd never have known what became of me. It's bad enough that my browser (Opera) updated last night and now it's so slow that it's been like using Internet Explorer with Windows 98 on dialup. Why do they keep breaking things by fixing them? And who the hell are They? And why don't they just leave me and my browser alone? We are fine! Just as we are!
Where was I? Oh, I didn't feel like fixing what I'd planned on having for dinner so I made a box of macaroni and cheese, and ate the whole damned thing, without a vegetable or even a salad. I even put extra real cheese in it, so I'm stuffed and feel bloated. I hope it doesn't interfere with my sleep, which I want to have more of again soon. Eleven or twelve straight hours being awake doesn't agree with me anymore.
My legs now sometimes disagree with me too. They think they should not have to carry my weight around, and complain loudly when I make them do it. Oddly, it's my voice they complain with. Distressed and Distressing words come from my mouth as I hobble from place to place. Too bad I forgot how to sing after I was a kid. It would have been more interesting as music.
(Is it odd that other people count their blessings and I count my donuts?)
A couple of minutes ago I just nodded off with my head leaning on my hand and my elbow slipped and I almost planted my face on the keyboard. That could have been disastrous. If the keyboard had gotten broken I'd have been unable to finish this entry, and then I'd never have known what became of me. It's bad enough that my browser (Opera) updated last night and now it's so slow that it's been like using Internet Explorer with Windows 98 on dialup. Why do they keep breaking things by fixing them? And who the hell are They? And why don't they just leave me and my browser alone? We are fine! Just as we are!
Where was I? Oh, I didn't feel like fixing what I'd planned on having for dinner so I made a box of macaroni and cheese, and ate the whole damned thing, without a vegetable or even a salad. I even put extra real cheese in it, so I'm stuffed and feel bloated. I hope it doesn't interfere with my sleep, which I want to have more of again soon. Eleven or twelve straight hours being awake doesn't agree with me anymore.
My legs now sometimes disagree with me too. They think they should not have to carry my weight around, and complain loudly when I make them do it. Oddly, it's my voice they complain with. Distressed and Distressing words come from my mouth as I hobble from place to place. Too bad I forgot how to sing after I was a kid. It would have been more interesting as music.
