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Feb. 27th, 2025 11:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSomehow I got through the night Wednesday, and then Thursday it got warm enough that I was able to keep the windows open for about three hours. Given the proximity of the freeway the air was less than ideal, but still I managed to rid the apartment of some of its stuffiness, and have been breathing easier all evening. I switched a microwave dinner for the stuff I was originally planning to fry, so the indoor air is still not too filthy tonight. I'm hoping I can sleep well tonight, as I'm very tired. Sleep was not great last night, and I woke up more than once with leg cramps. Maybe short of oxygen, I don't know.
I haven't been checking the online clearance sales at the department stores, even though there is stuff I've been wanting to get. I've grown unmotivated even when I actually need things. Time I could be spending on doing useful things I spend instead maundering, and the maunders themselves grow ever weirder. Who knew my brain could harbor so much dark absurdity? It's like my imagination is now Beavis and Butthead trapped in a story by Kafka that takes place in a world designed by Escher and the whole thing is scored by Gilbert and Sullivan.
Past midnight again? I could have sworn that the clocks had all stopped and time been frozen.
I haven't been checking the online clearance sales at the department stores, even though there is stuff I've been wanting to get. I've grown unmotivated even when I actually need things. Time I could be spending on doing useful things I spend instead maundering, and the maunders themselves grow ever weirder. Who knew my brain could harbor so much dark absurdity? It's like my imagination is now Beavis and Butthead trapped in a story by Kafka that takes place in a world designed by Escher and the whole thing is scored by Gilbert and Sullivan.
Past midnight again? I could have sworn that the clocks had all stopped and time been frozen.
