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You ever just have one of those days where everything is going so swimmingly and life is great right up to the point you realize that yes, it would be a great day, if it was tomorrow...
Lemme explain. I got up early this morning and didn't go back to bed after taking the dog out. I checked my e-mail and played Bejewelled Blitz on Facebook, getting a new high score and moving back into second place. I found the title to the old car we need to mail in, but I didn't bring it to work because I wouldn't have time to mail it what with the walking group we started at work. I even remember to wear comfortable shoes for the Thursday afternoon walking geoup, and was looking forward to my Thursday evening belly dancing class, despite my horridly sore arm.
I took the Mustang to work since strong storms were forcasted - I remember talking with the surveying crew about when they'd be able to survey, and Thursday was the only clear day, otherwise I probably wouldn't have known what the weather was going to be. Sure enough, I saw some lightning on the way to work, but it wasn't raining yet and I was early enough to stop in at the grocery store for some food at work. But not too much, since I only had two days left this week to eat it.
Are you seeing the problem with this wonderful morning yet? I realized it at about 7:30... I'm not sure what reminded me, I was just talking to a co-worker and suddenly said, "oh my god what day is it?" The answer was, of course, Wednesday. Wednesday, the day I signed up to go to the seminar (which luckily I didn't have to be at until 8 and was relatively close, I did make it). Wednesday, the day that magically and unfailingly shows up every week right after Tuesday. Wednesday, a day such the bane of my existance I apparently simply do not acknowledge it.
Lemme explain. I got up early this morning and didn't go back to bed after taking the dog out. I checked my e-mail and played Bejewelled Blitz on Facebook, getting a new high score and moving back into second place. I found the title to the old car we need to mail in, but I didn't bring it to work because I wouldn't have time to mail it what with the walking group we started at work. I even remember to wear comfortable shoes for the Thursday afternoon walking geoup, and was looking forward to my Thursday evening belly dancing class, despite my horridly sore arm.
I took the Mustang to work since strong storms were forcasted - I remember talking with the surveying crew about when they'd be able to survey, and Thursday was the only clear day, otherwise I probably wouldn't have known what the weather was going to be. Sure enough, I saw some lightning on the way to work, but it wasn't raining yet and I was early enough to stop in at the grocery store for some food at work. But not too much, since I only had two days left this week to eat it.
Are you seeing the problem with this wonderful morning yet? I realized it at about 7:30... I'm not sure what reminded me, I was just talking to a co-worker and suddenly said, "oh my god what day is it?" The answer was, of course, Wednesday. Wednesday, the day I signed up to go to the seminar (which luckily I didn't have to be at until 8 and was relatively close, I did make it). Wednesday, the day that magically and unfailingly shows up every week right after Tuesday. Wednesday, a day such the bane of my existance I apparently simply do not acknowledge it.