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rejectomorph) wrote2025-02-19 08:03 am
rejectomorph) wrote2025-02-19 08:03 am
52/37-38: Imaginary
The muddled memory fragments of the last couple of days are too vague to constitute anything. For a while last night I was awake thinking things I thought were quite significant and interesting, and was sure I'd remember them, but then I went back to sleep and when I woke up they were gone, of course. I now suspect they were just fantasies anyway. I have a lot of those these days. I like to hang out with the imaginary friends I never had when I was a kid.
At some point in the last two days I might have gotten up and fixed the dinner that is still waiting to be fixed, but of course I never did, being busy with my imaginary friends. I just didn't fix it again, and instead just ate a bowl of popcorn. With lots of butter. I believe butter is my ultimate comfort food. I would probably give up anything else to have butter. I would probably even give up the things I have butter on, and just gnaw cubes of butter on nothing. But I haven't done that yet, and so the popcorn. It was tasty, but now I have no idea when I'll get around to that dinner that's been waiting since... Monday? Probably. Maybe this afternoon, but I'm probably more likely to want a nap instead. I wonder if I'd give up butter for naps? Probably only until I got really hungry.
Anyway, there was just now a sprinkling of rain outside. I heard the drops hitting the stove vent pipe and looked out and saw them hitting the pavement. That could bring on an early nap today. Hey, maybe if I nap now I'll have the energy to fix the dinner this afternoon after all. Or maybe I'll get lucky and just won't wake up at all, and never have to make such decisions again. My imaginary friends would most likely be grateful too. I don't think they really like me, and would just as soon not be imagined. Hmmm. I wonder if I'm some god's imaginary friend? If so, I'll bet he's a real dick. If he weren't I wouldn't have to choose between butter and anything else.
Oh that's enough of this. I'm clearly punchy. Shouldn't have fought with that dinner.
At some point in the last two days I might have gotten up and fixed the dinner that is still waiting to be fixed, but of course I never did, being busy with my imaginary friends. I just didn't fix it again, and instead just ate a bowl of popcorn. With lots of butter. I believe butter is my ultimate comfort food. I would probably give up anything else to have butter. I would probably even give up the things I have butter on, and just gnaw cubes of butter on nothing. But I haven't done that yet, and so the popcorn. It was tasty, but now I have no idea when I'll get around to that dinner that's been waiting since... Monday? Probably. Maybe this afternoon, but I'm probably more likely to want a nap instead. I wonder if I'd give up butter for naps? Probably only until I got really hungry.
Anyway, there was just now a sprinkling of rain outside. I heard the drops hitting the stove vent pipe and looked out and saw them hitting the pavement. That could bring on an early nap today. Hey, maybe if I nap now I'll have the energy to fix the dinner this afternoon after all. Or maybe I'll get lucky and just won't wake up at all, and never have to make such decisions again. My imaginary friends would most likely be grateful too. I don't think they really like me, and would just as soon not be imagined. Hmmm. I wonder if I'm some god's imaginary friend? If so, I'll bet he's a real dick. If he weren't I wouldn't have to choose between butter and anything else.
Oh that's enough of this. I'm clearly punchy. Shouldn't have fought with that dinner.