52/150-151: Triple Digit Idjit
Jul. 1st, 2025 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSo I woke from a midday nap and looked at the phone clock weather device to see when and what it was, and the thing told me it was effing Tuesday. But I was so sure that I had been sure when I'd gone to sleep that it was and was still going to be effing Monday when I woke up that I briefly thought I had somehow slept for thirty some hours, that I refused to accept that I was not still sleeping until I realized I needed to pee and went into the bathroom which was too convincingly real to have been a dream. So it's effing Tuesday indeed, and there are no tacos, and all is not at all right with the world. In July. Who'd have thought?
Right now I'm hoping the stuff I was going to have for dinner Monday but apparently didn't is still okay, though I haven't checked yet, for fear of what I might find. That refrigerator is problematic anyway. There's probably all sorts of stuff in there that ought to be tossed out, but I've never gotten around to it. Oh, and the other thing the machine told me was that it was 100 fecking degrees outside, and that was at half past three in the afternoon. That was like three degrees higher than had been predicted for that time. Needless to say, I strongly disapprove of such goings on.
It's 83 in the apartment at the moment, but I don't want to turn the air conditioner on because it is peak power period and I'll get charged more for any I use before nine o'clock tonight. I'm going to try to hold out.
There are unwashed dishes from what must have been Sunday night, and I'm feeling quite bad about them. They reproach me. I realize you can't spell reproach without roach, and hope that isn't an omen. You also can't spell god without OD, but that is neither here nor there. I hope. Anyway, I've been off woolgathering, and the wool is still clogging my brain, and it's still hot and will be hot all night, and no respite until Friday and even then only limited respite, so I'm going to go make an attempt at dishwashing so (with luck) at least one thing will get marginally better.
Right now I'm hoping the stuff I was going to have for dinner Monday but apparently didn't is still okay, though I haven't checked yet, for fear of what I might find. That refrigerator is problematic anyway. There's probably all sorts of stuff in there that ought to be tossed out, but I've never gotten around to it. Oh, and the other thing the machine told me was that it was 100 fecking degrees outside, and that was at half past three in the afternoon. That was like three degrees higher than had been predicted for that time. Needless to say, I strongly disapprove of such goings on.
It's 83 in the apartment at the moment, but I don't want to turn the air conditioner on because it is peak power period and I'll get charged more for any I use before nine o'clock tonight. I'm going to try to hold out.
There are unwashed dishes from what must have been Sunday night, and I'm feeling quite bad about them. They reproach me. I realize you can't spell reproach without roach, and hope that isn't an omen. You also can't spell god without OD, but that is neither here nor there. I hope. Anyway, I've been off woolgathering, and the wool is still clogging my brain, and it's still hot and will be hot all night, and no respite until Friday and even then only limited respite, so I'm going to go make an attempt at dishwashing so (with luck) at least one thing will get marginally better.
