rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Fifty-Three

Slept a whole bunch of the night again Wednesday, but haven't felt like doing anything since I woke up, which was before dawn. Today is wasting away, so I ought to get along well with it, we having so much in common, but I'd just as soon tell it to go get stuffed. AITA? Probably. Wednesday was gray most of the day, or wat I saw of it, but today has turned oddly sunny. Very soon the sunlight will fall across my bed again, and I intend to have nap, or at least a sunbath. There are a couple of tasks to do first, which I'd rather leave undone, but shouldn't, and I might heed the better angel of my nature, obtrusive prig though he is, and actually do them (nag, nag nag.) But that nap/sunbath is definitely in my near future. Also a bottle of Guinness. That's not negotiable. That's lunch.