intensives and how they suck your soul

just thought i'd quickly comment on how, this morning, as i was getting ready, i couldn't remember what day it was.

not just the date (1/18), but the actual day...

"is it wednesday? thursday?? i'm pretty certain it's not tuesday....it can't be friday. i swear i'd be happier if it was friday. unless i didn't know it was friday, then i wouldn't be happy until i found out...is it friday??? sweet....i hope it's friday."

it took 20 MINUTES for me to figure it out. I finally determined that it wasn't tuesday because i forgot i'd had an open class on that day...i'd definitly done that. so tuesday was out. it wasn't friday, because i'd be happier for sure. the race was on between wednesday and thursday.

i finally got it, by thinking about how many days it took to finish this retardedly boring story i'm reading in one of my classes...we started on friday, read it for 4 days and finished yesterday, i did a happy dance when we finished - i distinctly remember the happy dance. that means yesterday was wednesday and today is thursday.

i think i work too much. getting up at 6:45, working from 8:45~8, coming home and marking for at least an hour, then going to sleep to do it all over again apparently gets to you after awhile!!

good thing i have the weekend to...catch up on my marking. DAMNIT