||[May. 5th, 2018|11:50 pm]
My sleep schedule has been so odd for the last week that It's a wonder I have any idea of when I am. While I manage to tell day from night, I lose track of hours as though they were... wait, what's something one frequently loses track of? Keys? Telephone numbers? The last time one ate broccoli? Well, like something that's always getting misplaced, anyway. |
One thing I've been misplacing is story lines. I don't think I've been able to watch a movie through to the end for the entire week. I keep falling asleep. Sometimes I even fall asleep during half hour shows. The disappointment at missing a crucial turn of the plot or even a denouement doesn't last for long, though as I soon forget what I was watching anyway.
But I'm pretty sure I remembered to eat dinner tonight. I definitely feel full. To recall what I ate would require going into the kitchen to see if there is any evidence, though. I might do that. But first I think I'll go out and get some fresh air. It might clear my head. I do actually remember it having been a very pleasantly balmy day, after a somewhat romantically cloudy morning. It' probably getting chilly out by now. I'll try to remember to wear a jacket.
Anybody seem my keys?