Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Six

[rejectomorph]

Well I thought I'd have something to say by now but I don't, so I might as well go to bed. Tuesday evening I woke up and felt uncomfortably warm, but when I checked the thermometer it was only 70, which is usually fine for me as long as I'm not doing anything active, so I don't know why I was hot. Probably just another body function going haywire. Anyway, I had some dinner and then later another nap, and after the nap I had another dinner, and if this keeps up my fat clothes I bought so recently won't fit anymore, so I should knock it off. Nothing for bedtime snack today but tea and one cookie. My brain is so muddy I hope it doesn't leak out my ears and onto my pillow when I go to bed. Sure feels like it will though.

It's supposed to rain today, but hasn't started yet. I can hardly wait. I'm pretty sure the mud in my brain is from spring-loving wasps building a nest in there. I can hear them buzzing. A doctor would probably say it's tinnitus, but what the hell do they know? Do they have wasps in their heads? I rest my case. And my head. On my pillow case. If that isn't proof, I don't know what is. Bzzzz.