A couple of weeks ago I mentioned this weird time loss thingy every year in June. This last week has been a doozy. I haven't been on the right day all week long, and I can't even tell you how I correctly arrived at a couple appointments when I was supposed to. Three times already this morning I've had to make sure what day this is. I know it's hard to believe, but for the last 4 years I actually really did panic that I had missed the Fourth of July while the tents were still out all around.
It's so curious now being able to watch me doing this. The curiouser stuff is becoming literary content. If I ever really do brain crash again, it's going to be interesting watching me read my own stuff like it's all new again for me, but I probably won't remember to watch myself.
I need to keep working.
