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rejectomorph) wrote2023-12-23 05:51 am
rejectomorph) wrote2023-12-23 05:51 am
Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Eleven
Friday morning when I went to bed I was so tired I was sure I'd be asleep in seconds, but instead my brain went all hamster wheel on me. It was like a rattled cage of screeching monkeys for about three hours, and so I finally got up and went back to the computer because, well, a rattled cage of screeching monkeys loves company. After that the day, and the night, just went downhill. I got nothing done but some fantasizing about having an entirely different life. Though satisfying in their way, such fantasies are not productive. A rather uncomfortable evening nap stretched through several periods of waking, and I finally got up again about half past two, and, after some maundering, had my much belated dinner about four o'clock. I'd like today to be different, thanks.
The hoodie I'm wearing keeps shedding the throw I've put over it to deter the chill. It's a clash of fabrics. Sometimes clashing fabrics cling needlessly, and other times they slough one another off. These two fabrics do the latter. They are annoying the crap out of me. Not literally, thank goodness, but even figurative crap losing is unpleasant. I'm thinking the best way to not periodically get tossed into the cold would be to get in to bed again. I'm hoping not to have my brain go hyper again today. The sky is already brightening, which is a risk factor. If only I had a bowl full of night I could pour over my head whenever I needed it.
The hoodie I'm wearing keeps shedding the throw I've put over it to deter the chill. It's a clash of fabrics. Sometimes clashing fabrics cling needlessly, and other times they slough one another off. These two fabrics do the latter. They are annoying the crap out of me. Not literally, thank goodness, but even figurative crap losing is unpleasant. I'm thinking the best way to not periodically get tossed into the cold would be to get in to bed again. I'm hoping not to have my brain go hyper again today. The sky is already brightening, which is a risk factor. If only I had a bowl full of night I could pour over my head whenever I needed it.