rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Reset Twelve, Day Seventeen

My ability to keep track of time is completely gone. It was never very good, but now it's just nonexistent. The clock surprised me every time I've looked at it all day Monday and is still doing it tonight. It's past freaking half past four in the morning right now, and I thought it was about two o'clock at the latest. I can't even remember what I've been doing all this time. Maybe I have developed multiple personality disorder and have been out carousing. Though where I'd be carousing in Chico this time of night, and in the middle of a pandemic, I don't know. More likely I've just been woolgathering, but I have no wool to show for it.

Being detached from reality is weird, but given how weird the reality I'm detached from is, maybe it'snot a bad thing. I do know that I need to get some sleep, but my brain is set on running at top speed. I'm hoping that reading will slow it down. Probably won't though. This feels like one of those mornings when I'll still be awake when dawn arrives. Happy autumnal equinox.

  • Reset Nineteen, Day Ten

    Friday I managed to wake up not long after two o'clock, so the evening was not too short. It remained balmy outside for a while, and I sat under the…

  • Reset Nineteen, Day Nine

    Sleep went erratic again and I didn't get out of bed until four o'clock Thursday afternoon. At least my body got out of bed, and though my brain must…

  • Reset Nineteen, Day Eight

    There was spaghetti (well, angel hair to be precise) for dinner Wednesday, and I'm happy to say that so far the marinara sauce has not brought on any…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.