51/102: Scratch That

[rejectomorph]

It's a wonder my jaw hasn't seized up completely, I've yawned so much the last few weeks. One would think it would be so worn it would no longer function. But it does, and I'm still yawning from shortly after I wake up until I go back to bed. When I woke up about four o'clock this morning I thought I'd fix Monday dinner and eat it for breakfast, but several hours later that hasn't happened, and I'm yawning through an hour on the Idarnets longing to be asleep again. I heard the trash truck come and empty the wheelie bins, so that part of the world still works at least, even if I don't. The part of my central nervous system that makes me itch still works too, since an itch on my left leg is driving me absolutely batshit crazy. This surprises me just a bit, as I was sure I'd reached that state ages ago. I guess I underestimated just how batshit I could get.

It has been raining of course, and the next line escaped me, washed away perhaps. I'm making a cup of tea. I don't think I should have cookies with it, as I lately ate an ice cream bar, and risk going way over my sugar limit. Why am I eating ice cream bars for breakfast? Hell if I know, but I should probably be grateful I didn't drink a beer. I've got an ache like rheumatism in my left shoulder and something similar in both hips, and if I were my own kid I'm sure I'd be arrested for child abuse. I'd deserve it, but the poor kid would be in prison with me, just like he is now. One must ponder the unfairness of the world. It's the stuff of cruel comedy for sure.