It’s getting colder outside. I see snow sprinkle over my Fiat. Gotta hit the hay but can’t sleep for some reason…

Though not necessarily feeling hungry, I cook food with a skillet on the wood pellet stove, and eat the stuff– not so tasty as expected– uh,  as unappetizing exactly as anticipated, actually. That’s my midnight breakfast, anyway.

TV’s boring. Stomach’s full. I know I gotta go sleep now.