rejectomorph (
rejectomorph) wrote2025-05-28 05:56 am
52/120-121-122: Oxford Coma
Badder than usual the last few days. A lot of lying in bed not really awake or asleep, and not dreaming but having something like a movie of Finnegan's Wake (but about my life not his) running through my head. The puns are awful. But then the weather has probably been nice. I can't say for sure, as I haven't been out in it, but neither the furnace nor the air conditioner has been running, and the fan has kept the place quite comfortable most of the time. The worst ointment flies have been frequent indigestion, leg cramps, and a very tricky neck.
This will be a shopping Friday, and the sale selection from Safeway is crap again, but I suppose I'll make do as usual. The last few days have passed almost unnoticed, being all the same, but the next few will be quite noticeable, bringing the first heat wave of the season. Friday and Saturday will have triple digit highs, and Friday night will stay above seventy all night. Air conditioning is almost a certainty that night, and it's bound to continue running the next day. Summer is upon us. Most likely I'll slip closer to comatose. Now I'm going to go pseudodream more of Finnegan's Wake.
This will be a shopping Friday, and the sale selection from Safeway is crap again, but I suppose I'll make do as usual. The last few days have passed almost unnoticed, being all the same, but the next few will be quite noticeable, bringing the first heat wave of the season. Friday and Saturday will have triple digit highs, and Friday night will stay above seventy all night. Air conditioning is almost a certainty that night, and it's bound to continue running the next day. Summer is upon us. Most likely I'll slip closer to comatose. Now I'm going to go pseudodream more of Finnegan's Wake.