Not even Thursday, in fact
You know that thing where you wake up on, say, a Tuesday morning and think it’s Friday? And it doesn’t stop there, so that your whole day becomes a chain of little disappointments as you continually realize that no, it isn’t Friday?
Yeah, every day for the past couple of weeks has been like that. I think it’s a December thing - my Christmas shopping has been more or less done since Thanksgiving, and I’m so completely ready for a few days off that I keep tricking myself into thinking the holiday break starts tomorrow. When confronted with the awful realization that it’s still only the 11th and tomorrow is not even a regular Saturday, I console myself by adding more movies to my Netflix queue (for lazy post-Christmas watching) and admiring yet more things on Etsy that I ought not to buy.
I agree. It sucks. I dont think we’re the only ones that feel that way today either. Take a look at this site for today’s comic: http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/ .
Maybe you’ve become displaced in time. There are only two ways to fix this problem. The frist way is to have someone strike you on the head with a bunt object, this will realine your internal clock. The second way is to stay awake for 24 hrs. and eat alot of spice food.
Hi Emma. I knew your father, grandfather and grandmother very well. I worked in the shipyard for two years - 1971-1973. I loved Dana and Margaret, and were frequent visitors to their home. I have not had any contact with them for a few years, and was wondering what had happened to them - they were very special to me and my wife. I have many special memories of those days - before you were born - Dana and Margaret many times expressed their sadness that they didn’t think they would ever have any grandchildren!! Brad was somewhat of a non-conformist! If you have any interest in the early 1970’s, happy to contribute! It was a rich time for us in Essex! Dana and Margaret have never left my life! I was sorry to read about your grandfather’s death.