Reset Fifty, Day Twenty-Eight
Aug. 8th, 2024 03:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphI never got around to making a phone call I needed to make Wednesday, so I'll probably do that today. If I remember. It's only supposed to be 102 today, instead of the 106 we got Wednesday, so my brain will be marginally less fricasseed. I'm almost marginally comfortable tonight, as it is not only a shade cooler than last night, but the air is clear. I'm sure smoke makes me stupider.
I should get some stuff from a store this weekend, but their web sites are giving me a bad time. When I firs tulle dup the one I'd refer to go to this week it was saying hello to me, but then it logged me out and I had to try to log back in, and it kept refusing my password and phone number, even though both were correct. I always liked this particular store, but the redesign they've been working on for far too long has made a complete pig's breakfast of their entire system. They need to fire the entire IT department and start over, but only after firing the people who hired the IT department and decided the old web site wasn't good enough. It was fine, and kept me logged in always.
The very late dinner I finished a short time ago was a bit disappointing, and is also giving me a bit of stomach ache. There is something better for tonight, but Friday will bring a replay of Wednesday's meal, so not looking forward to that. Oh, and I forgot the corn in the veg drawer again. That stuff's going to be so old by the time I get to it. The husks and silk are probably slimy already, and I'll probably have to trim the ends of the ears themselves. There's likely other stuff down there that needs tossing. I don't spend enough time in the real world anymore to keep track of such things.
Right now the real world and my fantasy life are in agreement that I need to sleep. When I wake up I can barely open my eyes, and when I get tired I can barely keep them open. What the hell is all that about?
I should get some stuff from a store this weekend, but their web sites are giving me a bad time. When I firs tulle dup the one I'd refer to go to this week it was saying hello to me, but then it logged me out and I had to try to log back in, and it kept refusing my password and phone number, even though both were correct. I always liked this particular store, but the redesign they've been working on for far too long has made a complete pig's breakfast of their entire system. They need to fire the entire IT department and start over, but only after firing the people who hired the IT department and decided the old web site wasn't good enough. It was fine, and kept me logged in always.
The very late dinner I finished a short time ago was a bit disappointing, and is also giving me a bit of stomach ache. There is something better for tonight, but Friday will bring a replay of Wednesday's meal, so not looking forward to that. Oh, and I forgot the corn in the veg drawer again. That stuff's going to be so old by the time I get to it. The husks and silk are probably slimy already, and I'll probably have to trim the ends of the ears themselves. There's likely other stuff down there that needs tossing. I don't spend enough time in the real world anymore to keep track of such things.
Right now the real world and my fantasy life are in agreement that I need to sleep. When I wake up I can barely open my eyes, and when I get tired I can barely keep them open. What the hell is all that about?
