52/30: Out

[rejectomorph]

It might have been sunny this morning, though I'm not sure I noticed. It's just an impression I've got. It was still dark when I got up, and I had spent some thirteen hours in bed, the greater part of it actually asleep. My brain was quite fuzzed. But sometime during the day an overcast has formed, and it is pleasantly gray out. It's supposed to clear up overnight and get very cold, but then be partly cloudy again tomorrow. Then Wednesday evening the next storm blows in, and it's now expected to be furiously windy. Rain Thursday and Friday, and maybe Sunday as well. Oh, and tonight is the full moon as well. But I'm thinking a lot more sleep for me. I wish I wasn't getting low on some stuff, because I hate even the idea of shopping. I don't want to be writing a list, but I suppose I'll have to.

I ate something for lunch but can't remember what it was. I should go look at the mailbox now. Then I can go back to sleep. I don't need to see the full moon, or eat more. I need dreams I won't remember. I need being out of touch.