rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Seventy-One (Reply)

Drat, forgot to post an entry again. I went to sleep Sunday evening without writing anything, and then when I woke up Monday morning I got distracted by... things. I don't remember. Oh, I was waiting for my vacuum cleaner to arrive, which the text message said would be between ten and two, and it did in fact arrive a bit before noon. I haven't opened the box yet, because I got up around six and I'm feeling tired again already, and opening the box will begin a process that is likely to take hours. So I'm going to take a nap first, but as I haven't eaten lunch I will find it difficult to sleep, so I'm boiling a bit of pasta which I will eat with just some olive oil and maybe a sprinkle of parmesan cheese. And now that I've told myself what I'm doing I'm going to finish doing it. If I forget what I'm doing in the middle of it I can check this entry. If I remember I wrote it.

Oh, and it might rain tomorrow, and will be rather cold. I think tomorrow's lunch will be a baked potato. It's nice to have a plan, even if you're probably not going to remember it (I'm talking about me: The old guy who is getting stupider by the day.)

Double drat. Another hour and I forgot to post. Stupider and stupider.