Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Eighty-Nine

[rejectomorph]

The problem is I keep staying up too late because I get hung up on stuff (videos, articles, photo collections) and lose track of time. Time is hard to track anyway, and stuff makes it harder. Idernet is so full of stuff. Idernet so full, head so empty, time so hard to track. I wonder if the morning birds I hear chirping now in the still cool air have trouble tracking time? Probably not, since they just follow the sun. I've had a falling out with the sun, it being the source of the wretched heat that makes the days these days so miserable. It seems like it would be easy to be a bird, especially when one needs to crap. I have to rush to a toilet, while the bird just lets it fly. Fly like a bird, fly like time. Fruit flies like a banana. I think I need sleep. I'm sounding like a 79-year-old guy I'd rather not sound like.