rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Sixty-Six

Woke up late Sunday evening and started fixing dinner. By the time it was done it was well into Tuesday. Now I'm full of reflux and beer, and ready to sleep again. The dinner was a bit disappointing, but adequate. Much better were the cherries and chocolate I had for dessert. The apartment cooled off okay, so I can probably sleep well enough, if I don't chunder and drown. No mail will be delivered again today, so there'll be no reason for me to venture out into the growing heat. All I need is something to spit cherry pits into. Any of that make sense? I didn't think so. Time to sleep.