rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Dismal

Hotter again. Air conditioning again. I'm not comfortable with it. The chilly draft is even more unpleasant than the hot air, so I have my vent closed. Later I'll open this vent and move to another room and close the vent there. This way I cool the rooms and minimized exposure to drafts. This is all very stupid to read. I know, having just read it. Going to leave it though as an example of how my thoughts deteriorate when I've got any kind of illness. I miss normal. It would really bite if I died now and this crap from the last few weeks turned out to be the last stuff I ever wrote.


Nap. Want to say more but brain won't focus.
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