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rejectomorphOh I forgot to do this again didn't I? It's because I woke up and the clock (phone) said about half past seven, and I was glad that I would soon get a breakfast donut, even though I don't like waking up so early, and couldn't actually even remember when I'd gone to bed, or anything at all about the day. But I still felt oddly tired, so I decided to try to go back to sleep for a wile and then get up after the sun came up.
So I did get back to sleep, though not for long, because next time I looked at the clock (phone) it said it was just after eight. But it seemed wrong because, somehow, it was still dark. It's not that late in the year yet. So I looked at the phone again and it said Monday, which meant it wasn't eight o'clock in the morning but eight o'clock at night.
Well that just chapped my demented ass. If I hate waking up at dark-early in the morning (and I do) I really really hate waking up in what I think is the morning and finding out it's still the previous night. I've been in a mood ever since. I managed to make little of Monday evening, despite not going to sleep again, and then I got tired again before midnight, which is not surprising since (I finally realized) I'd had only about a four hour nap that afternoon, so I went back to bed without fixing any dinner, and then slept from about just after eleven until about actual half past four o'clock in the morning. At least I then woke up knowing roughly when it was.
And I've been awake ever since. About an hour after finally getting my breakfast donut I got hungry again, but not for my skipped dinner, so I made some scrambled eggs and fried boiled potatoes and a couple of pieces of toast, and because that was very boring I put some marinara sauce on the eggs. Again, no surprise that I've toyed with indigestion ever since. Bread and potatoes and cooked tomato sauce? That's a dumb guy meal. I am that dumb guy.
Now I'm wondering what not to do with the rest of this day, as I'm not really fit for anything, and least of all for deciding what to do (or not to do.) That usually means I go back to sleep, if I can. I don't know if I can today. My brain is in hamster wheel mode, and going nowhere. If I still had cable I'd just watch television until I conked out, or my brain kicked back in. I don't know if I can stream something to watch on the computer. For one thing, I don't want to use up all my bandwidth. For another, this chair keeps trying to roll out from under me. I guess it figures that If I can get old and fall apart, so can it. I set such a bad example for my possessions. No wonder they are so wicked. Spread the ass and spoil the chair. The Bible says that doesn't it? Too bad I didn't go to Sunday school.
So I did get back to sleep, though not for long, because next time I looked at the clock (phone) it said it was just after eight. But it seemed wrong because, somehow, it was still dark. It's not that late in the year yet. So I looked at the phone again and it said Monday, which meant it wasn't eight o'clock in the morning but eight o'clock at night.
Well that just chapped my demented ass. If I hate waking up at dark-early in the morning (and I do) I really really hate waking up in what I think is the morning and finding out it's still the previous night. I've been in a mood ever since. I managed to make little of Monday evening, despite not going to sleep again, and then I got tired again before midnight, which is not surprising since (I finally realized) I'd had only about a four hour nap that afternoon, so I went back to bed without fixing any dinner, and then slept from about just after eleven until about actual half past four o'clock in the morning. At least I then woke up knowing roughly when it was.
And I've been awake ever since. About an hour after finally getting my breakfast donut I got hungry again, but not for my skipped dinner, so I made some scrambled eggs and fried boiled potatoes and a couple of pieces of toast, and because that was very boring I put some marinara sauce on the eggs. Again, no surprise that I've toyed with indigestion ever since. Bread and potatoes and cooked tomato sauce? That's a dumb guy meal. I am that dumb guy.
Now I'm wondering what not to do with the rest of this day, as I'm not really fit for anything, and least of all for deciding what to do (or not to do.) That usually means I go back to sleep, if I can. I don't know if I can today. My brain is in hamster wheel mode, and going nowhere. If I still had cable I'd just watch television until I conked out, or my brain kicked back in. I don't know if I can stream something to watch on the computer. For one thing, I don't want to use up all my bandwidth. For another, this chair keeps trying to roll out from under me. I guess it figures that If I can get old and fall apart, so can it. I set such a bad example for my possessions. No wonder they are so wicked. Spread the ass and spoil the chair. The Bible says that doesn't it? Too bad I didn't go to Sunday school.
