| Reset Seventeen, Day Ten |
[Feb. 19th, 2021|05:52 am]
rejectomorph
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Hello, it's me, I'm still here, and here is still the same place it was yesterday and all the yesterdays for the last two years and some months and days. I slept the middle out of Thursday, and then heated and ate some dinner that had gotten displaced in the refrigerator for over a week, and I'm waiting around to see if it makes me sick. If it seems everything will stay down I'll go to sleep. It's been some hours, and I've had no more than a touch of queasiness, which is fairly common, so it might be okay.
There were a few sprinkles just before midnight, but no actual rain so far. I have the feeling that this storm won't amount to much.
I got distracted and left this post sitting unfinished for a few hours, which is not as long as I left the dinner in the refrigerator, and I don't think an unposted entry would give me any sort of poisoning, so it's probably not a big deal, except insofar as it further demonstrates my ever-growing muddle-headedness. I can't even remember what was so all-fired fascinating that it caused me to forget about writing, but it was something on the internets. I forgot about washing the dishes too, and now I'm getting very very tired and will have to go to bed, leaving a mess in the kitchen. I suppose I should be grateful that I still know how to work the blankets, but I really wish I still had some higher brain functions than that left. |
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