rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
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Reset Sixteen, Day Thirty-six

Somehow I keep losing track of the time. Last time I remember looking at the clock it was 1:00 Am. I just looked at it again and it's 4:09. Three hours can't possibly have passed. More evidence that I could have multiple personality disorder and have probably been out galivanting around town. I hope that whoever I was was wearing a mask. Also I'm a bit irritated that whoever I was didn't get a snack, because now I'm hungry and have too little time to fix anything before bed.

Tuesday didn't amount to much. The showers were mostly a bust, as far as I know. I woke up around two o'clock in the afternoon and, though the ground was a bit damp, no water had accumulated in my back yard chair. The current long range forecast shows little or no chance of more rain for the next ten days. Even more distressing, the predicted high next Sunday is now 73. A day that warm in the middle of January is quite rare in these parts. In Los Angeles it would be no surprise, but in Chico we tend to disapprove of such goings on.

Last evening when I checked the mail box I discovered that the utility bill I thought had gone out last week was in it, bent and stuffed into the bottom. The incompetent carrier strikes again. I had given the letter and another one to my niece to drop in the public mailbox at North Valley Plaza, but she apparently misunderstood me and put it in my mailbox. She's supposed to come by today to pick it up and mail it elsewhere, but it's going to be several days late and I'll be getting a late fee on my next bill. I'm hoping that the carrier did pick up the other envelope, which had my rent check in it. I'll call the landlord to make sure he got it, and if he didn't I'll have to call the bank to see if someone else has tried to cash it, or has succeeded. Annoying.

Now I've looked at the clock again and it's almost 5:00. I'm pretty sure I haven't been someone else at any time during the last hour. Maybe I've just been woolgathering. Sad that I can't seem to stay focused on anything anymore. But it's definitely time to try to sleep.
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