i’ve lost an entire week. i don’t know what i did with it, but it is definitely gone. if i look at the calendar, i can see today is tuesday, march 13th. in my head, when i’m planning out my life, it is tuesday, march 6th. examples? sure, i have examples.
yesterday, when helen dropped off a crappy job for me to do, i looked at her like she was insane and told her that it wasn’t due ’til next week. it was actually due yesterday afternoon.
i have two meetings to attend this week on wednesday and thursday. i kept thinking i was so very glad i didn’t have to go to the thursday one until next week as i just wasn’t in the mood for it this week. well, now i’m fucking busted.
i’m fairly sure i lost the week by being so anxious for last weekend to happen that i didn’t pay any attention to the days preceeding it. the ironic thing was my father telling me, in response to my wanting the weekend to hurry up and arrive, not to “wish my life away”. one of these days i’m really going to have to take his advice as soon as he gives it.
well, in following with the theme of your email, you don’t have to follow your dad’s advice until next week. so you’re fine!
I can totally relate. When I was sick in January and was sleeping 15 to 20 hours a day, I felt like I had lost a whole month. I still feel like January didn’t happen. I feel so cheated out of my month!