51/111: Barely

[rejectomorph]

Losing track again, of hours, days, tasks, just about anything. I'm sure this is not the only thing I've not done today, but I haven't realized what any other is. I expect I'll wake in the dark with a bee in my bonnet making demands I'll be in no position to satisfy. I always thought I knew what it was like to be tired. Lately I've discovered I didn't. I hope I do now, because if there's more tired than this I don't want to experience it.

I wonder if today was just a placeholder and will be displaced later? I sort of hope so. I'm sure I'd rather remember something else, though I expect all memory of this will soon vanish anyway. It's barely been here, all along.