February 17th, 2021

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Reset Seventeen, Day Eight

Tuesday I thought I could stay awake past midnight, but failed. Around quarter to the hour I almost fell off the chair when I nodded off, so I put the computer on sleep and followed its example, waking up after five o'clock in the morning. The unpredictable weirdness continues. And look at the time now. There was ramen for dawn breakfast, and then sitting in the backyard to listen to the early birds chirp while I shivered.

Since I didn't really finish sleeping, I'm thinking about going back to bed now, but it is a sunshiny day and it's very bright in the bedroom, so it might be difficult. I'm not focused enough to do anything else, though. I might as well spin my brain's wheels in bed with a book as sitting at the computer. I just had some cinnamon toast and a glass of chocolate milk. Maybe I should have put a shot of Kahlua in the milk. I've heard that morning is the best time of day to start drinking. I can't remember where I heard that, though. Maybe it was in a W. C. Fields movie. Gee, I miss television.