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rejectomorph) wrote2026-03-23 03:51 pm
rejectomorph) wrote2026-03-23 03:51 pm
52/384: Belly Up
The un-togetherness of my act is persisting through this balmy day, though I did manage to get one load of laundry done. Otherwise I've just been rather stupid and slow, and haven't begun cooking anything to eat, as I fear burning it, or even myself, in my awkwardness. If I do get around top fixing something it will probably be because I want the beer that goes with it more that I want the food.
The heat has been playing havoc with my appetite. I'm not even snacking. There are chips and crackers and such, but they remain untouched. Maybe I'll just have the beer and forget about food. That will teach it! But teach what to what? Why must my brain make things so complicated? It's not like things, or me, are important. But then I doubt complication is important either. It just seems that way when my blood sugar crashes. Oh, crap. Now I have reason to eat! What a trivial mess.
The heat has been playing havoc with my appetite. I'm not even snacking. There are chips and crackers and such, but they remain untouched. Maybe I'll just have the beer and forget about food. That will teach it! But teach what to what? Why must my brain make things so complicated? It's not like things, or me, are important. But then I doubt complication is important either. It just seems that way when my blood sugar crashes. Oh, crap. Now I have reason to eat! What a trivial mess.
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