So I made tuna sandwiches for dinner, then about eight o'clock felt so crappy I decided to lie down for a while, and next thing I knew I woke up and it was after midnight. Now what do I do? Well, I try looking at pictures of cats on the Internet until my brain starts to function, only my brain doesn't start to function— not properly, anyway. Maybe its charge is low. A couple of nights ago I lost the Internet because I forgot to charge my phone again. Maybe my brain needs to be plugged in to something, but what? The only thing I can think of is chocolate, so now I'm eating chocolate. It might work.
Tonight is supposed to get down to 62 degrees, but it's nowhere near that low yet. The outdoors is quite balmy. It would be perfect for a very pleasant afternoon at the beach. Not so good for the night before a 90-degree day. I'd really like to get this place cooled down before I try to go back to sleep, but both the cooling and the sleep might be impossible. I think I might make a malted. All the ingredients are here. There are even a couple of straws I snagged last time I was at Taco Bell. A malt is always better through a straw.
Oh, the nearby crickets have both fallen silent tonight. I hear one cricket, though very faintly, so he must be some distance off. I guess I didn't hear him before because the nearby crickets drowned him out. Both of these things are making me feel very sad.