One of my many problems with the time-space continuum

Here’s the thing with Thursdays, I often think they are Fridays. This is why my garbage bin is currently heaped to overflowing and the recycle bin runneth over. This is why I am sitting in my pajamas at nearly 1 p.m. This is why I often never really know what day it is. It’s because I think Thursday is really Friday, and I’ve finally figured out why.

Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays are so busy and packed with activity that by the time 10 p.m. on Wednesday rolls around, I am so exhausted that I convince myself that it is Thursday. This myth perpetuates through the night and when I wake up on Thursday morning I tell myself I can take it easy because it’s Friday.

In other news I have some kind of weird thumb disease. I am sure it’s not fatal but it’s ugly. I took a picture to show you, but it looks really phallic and kind of creepy. Who knew thumbs were so unattractive? Especially diseased thumbs with weird, translucent-looking tumors just below the surface.

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