52/55: Deception

[rejectomorph]

Still skipping meals and eating chips and drinking beer, which somehow is not making me feel less crappy. I decided to pull a switch and am now eating a yogurt cup, of a flavor called mocha tiramisu, which I could describe as tasting like tangy iced coffee with chocolate syrup. I doubt this will provide proper nourishment or could be considered a significant nutritional improvement over the chips, but it is a nice change for my tongue. And now I'm thinking I've got popcorn, which though still not a meal is pleasant enough, especially with butter.

Okay. That was good. And I should be getting to sleep, and I will just leave the four days of accumulated dishes for tomorrow, even though they are one of the reasons I've been skipping actual meals. Nothing to cook in or eat from or with. It's likely to rain Wednesday. Maybe I could just pile them in the yard and let the rain wash them. Probably not though. I'll just wash them tomorrow, unless I'm lucky enough to get out of it by dying overnight. Though I'd hate to miss that rain, and there's supposed to be a lunar eclipse coming up, but still more rain is apt to conceal that from us here. Into each life some rain must fall at inconvenient times, I guess.

Damn, look how late the lying clock is saying it is. No wonder I'm tired. I've been tiresomely deceived!