Tomorrow is another day... or is that today?

Thinking it's one day when it's really another - even when you look at the calendar. Even when you know that August 8th is a F-r-i-d-a-y.

I've always thought it was interesting how you can go about your day and have your mind convinced that it's a different day. You know - it's Sunday but you keep thinking it's Friday night. (if only!) Or it's Wednesday and you think it's Friday night. (even worse!)

I guess it makes sense when certain things about your day just 'tell' you that it's actually, say, Saturday. You're at home, doing nothing. Everyone's at home, doing nothing. You're going on really boring errands. Also, the passage of time (whether slow or fast) always takes us by surprise, so naturally our brains are a little confused.

What really freaks me out is when a day just plain feels like a different day. To me, the days of the week all feel different. But I'm certifiably not normal (I hesitate to say 'abnormal,' which brings to mind 'socially deviant' or 'freakishly weird'), so maybe it's just me.

My worst nightmare (ok, definitely not my worst - Orlando Bloom stalking me in a UPS truck is definitely higher on the list) has not happened yet, thankfully. I can see myself thinking during the school year that it's Wednesday when it's actually Tuesday, stumbling into my Wednesday morning classroom, all early and prepared, to find it full of people staring at me (probably like I am 'abnormal'). And the sad part is I've actually had dreams about this, even though I don't really worry about it. Just like I don't worry about Orlando Bloom stalking me in a UPS truck. (really, I promise.)

And, in case you were wondering, I've been pretty sure all day that it's Saturday. But it's not - it's Friday. Which is a good thing - if it were Saturday, I'd be one day closer to going back to school. (Ok, it's not that bad, but when you feel like you've wasted your summer, and you are apprehensive about launching back into 135% stress mode, it's not all happy happy joy joy.) Also, I would have lost Friday, which would be sad. And weird. So it's a relief sometimes when you realize you're wrong about what day it is.

Sometimes it's good to be confused.


(but don't try that at home.)