rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
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Reset Eleven, Day Seventeen

This might be a new low for me, but dinner Thursday was saltine crackers and peanut butter. Of course they weren't just plain saltines and peanut butter. They were buttered saltines and peanut butter, the sort they serve (I assume) in fancy restaurants and in the better class of hotels and prisons. Had I thought of it in time they could have been even fancier, with a dab of orange marmalade on them, but I didn't think of that until I was on my last cracker sandwich. Well, I'm sure I didn't need to eat any extra sugar anyway.

I forgot to put the bills out for the mail carrier to pick up again Thursday. It's very unlikely I'll be able to walk them over to the public mailbox at the plaza, so I really need to get them into my own mailbox today. Some weird stuff is going on with the Postal Service, with loads of delays and disruptions, apparently due to a new Postmaster General appointed by some guy on the TV show that we replaced the normal government with. If I don't get the bills mailed early they could end up being late and I could have late fees next month. I wish we hadn't replaced the government with that TV show. It was a stupid thing to do, and I don't even watch it since I don't have a television. I hear it has totally jumped the shark and might be cancelled.

When I woke up Thursday morning around eleven o'clock I couldn't remember ever having been so tired and less sleepy at the same time. Now the record has fallen, and I can't remember ever having been more tired and less sleepy than I am right now. I'm going to go to bed and read and hope that the reading makes me sleepy. I just downed a shot of vodka and maybe that will help. On the other side of Chico a train is passing, the horn sounding for crossing after crossing. It makes me wish I could have been a hobo. Then I might have had a good reason for being so sad. It's hard to justify such sadness when you've got air conditioning.
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