rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Dull

A while ago I went outside and could have sworn I smelled strawberry jam. When I've had these experiences with phantom scents in the past, I've always wondered if it was an early sign of a brain tumor. A few weeks ago, I read an article in the paper which said that phantom odors were sometimes an indication of a propensity to develop schizophrenia. Hooray! Now I have a choice of illnesses with which to feed my hypochondria! I don't have real hypochondria, of course. It's all in my head.

I get the feeling that I've been rather dull of late. I don't know why that is. I'm pretty sure, though, that I wouldn't be reading this stuff if I weren't me. But I know that eventually something will happen to get my brain working again (schizophrenia, perhaps) and then I will become less dull once again. In the meantime, I find myself continuing to be unfocused and forgetful. For example, I have a Stephane Mallarme prose poem I've been intending to post in greatpoets, but I keep getting distracted and forgetting until it's too late to post something it would take that long to type. I'd use the LJ to-do list feature to remind me, but I keep forgetting that, too.

Wednesday is typically one of my busy days, and I have a lot to catch up on due to Tuesday having been unexpectedly busy, as well. If the weather remains mild, I'm going to try to find a few moments for digging in the ground a bit to get rid of some defunct plants and get ready to stick some new ones in. All last year's pansy plants have died, and those are among the favorite snacks of the deer. Must get some more. For the deer, running out of pansies is probably like running out of honey roasted peanuts is for me. Except the deer probably don't get as grumpy as I do when my snacks run out.

I get grumpy from not enough sleep, too. I will sleep now.
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