February 5th, 2021

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Reset Sixteen, Day Fifty-Nine

The cold outside tonight, along with the noise from the freeway, is giving me the fantods. For some reason it feels like a scene from a horror movie out there.

I got over seven hours of sleep Thursday, in one mostly uninterrupted chunk, but didn't wake up until almost three o'clock in the afternoon. If this continues it is going to play havoc with my shopping trip. I don't know what became of the rest of the day/evening, but I really got nothing done.

I need to get organized soon if I'm going to stay functional at all. Maybe I need to spend less time on the Internet. That's where hours vanish without a trace. It rubs my brain smooth.

Sandwich for dinner. The last donut is gone. Are the stars winking out yet? I could never see them from here.