Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Two
Dec. 14th, 2023 04:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphAs expected, getting to bed so late Tuesday afternoon led to my waking up after dark, and since I couldn't remember when I had gotten to bed or what day it was I had one of those disoriented panics in which I feared I might have missed something important. But no, nothing is important anymore, and I've already missed absolutely everything, so just pointless worry. I can no longer recall if there was another nap later, but judging from the way I feel I think probably not. One thing I do know is that dinner was delayed until very, very late, and in fact I've only finished eating it within the last hour or so. I feel quite stuffed and I'm glad I have no dessert. Another mouthful and I'd pull a Mr. Creosote, and my steam mop has not arrived yet.
Yes, my extravagance continues, and I have purchased a steam mop from Kohl's. It wasn't really very costly, though I have forgotten exactly how not costly it was and don't feel like looking it up, but a text has informed me that I should expect it to be delivered Friday. For five years I managed to live with no small appliances other than a toaster and microwave and a rarely used hand mixer, and no floor care equipment other than a broom, dust pan and Swiffer, and now I've suddenly got a vacuum cleaner, a steam mop (with glove), a waffle iron, a blender, a stick mixer, an air fryer, and a new toaster. Gosh, I feel just like Martha Stewart. I wonder when I'll be going to prison? Oh, and I've also got that tablet I have yet to fire up. I wonder if they'll let me have the tablet in my cell?
There might have been something else (and probably was) but I've forgotten it, and probably won't ever remember it. I remembered that I forgot something on the 12th, but I don't remember exactly what. About a week or so ago I came across something I was going to post, and I think it was a piece of music, or maybe a poem, and it was written or composed by a guy whose birthday was December 12, and that's why I was going to post it, and by the time the 12th got here I'd completely forgotten it, and ever since I remembered that I forgot it's been driving me crazy. Or crazier, anyway. Maybe it was the performer who was born on December 12? Hell, I don't know. I think I'll just go back to bed. I'm yawning enough I could dislocate my jaw.
Yes, my extravagance continues, and I have purchased a steam mop from Kohl's. It wasn't really very costly, though I have forgotten exactly how not costly it was and don't feel like looking it up, but a text has informed me that I should expect it to be delivered Friday. For five years I managed to live with no small appliances other than a toaster and microwave and a rarely used hand mixer, and no floor care equipment other than a broom, dust pan and Swiffer, and now I've suddenly got a vacuum cleaner, a steam mop (with glove), a waffle iron, a blender, a stick mixer, an air fryer, and a new toaster. Gosh, I feel just like Martha Stewart. I wonder when I'll be going to prison? Oh, and I've also got that tablet I have yet to fire up. I wonder if they'll let me have the tablet in my cell?
There might have been something else (and probably was) but I've forgotten it, and probably won't ever remember it. I remembered that I forgot something on the 12th, but I don't remember exactly what. About a week or so ago I came across something I was going to post, and I think it was a piece of music, or maybe a poem, and it was written or composed by a guy whose birthday was December 12, and that's why I was going to post it, and by the time the 12th got here I'd completely forgotten it, and ever since I remembered that I forgot it's been driving me crazy. Or crazier, anyway. Maybe it was the performer who was born on December 12? Hell, I don't know. I think I'll just go back to bed. I'm yawning enough I could dislocate my jaw.
