Whaddaya Mean, It's Thursday?


Wherein Our Heroine Has Issues With Time.
Why are human beings consistently amazed at things that are constant? Think about it: every fall, we start saying something brilliant like, "It's getting dark so early these days!" We say it as if it is the first time that has ever happened in the whole course of the universe. Our memories are otherwise unimpaired - we can probably remember all sorts of details about last fall, but somehow we forget that the Earth is a bit tilted and daylight hours are not consistent.

Perhaps it's a temporal issue. For some reason, today feels like Friday. Thursdays are often like that: I guess you want it to be Friday enough that you imagine it really is. (And yes, for those of us who are unemployed, Friday is meaningful - it means the weekend is coming and you will get to see your significant other for more than a couple of hours in the evening). And that temporal shift is somehow made worse and not better by having your week "shortened" by a holiday or vacation day as we had this week.

So, it's Thursday, and we've been going around for the last day and a half wowing about how green everything is (amazing! Happened last year too!), and I have yet another interview this morning, so am up earlier than usual and am even less coherent than usual, and having it be Thursday and thinking it is Friday is off-putting as well, and whaddaya know - a much runnnier run-on sentence than I'm usually capable of.

I also had a very, very strange dream this morning. I was on the top floor of a 20+ story building and it started to fall. There were all sorts of strange dream-physics operating (for instance, I was still standing still on the floor, even as we headed for an ornamental lake and I thought, "This is it. Huh. This is it."), and then just as impact was supposed to occur, the dream looped. I was on the twenty-somethingth floor again, but decided that since I remembered the first loop it would be a really good idea to leave. So I gathered up a bunch of people to go to lunch and hustled them out of the building. When I woke up, I had been walking speedily away from the area where the building fell in the first loop.

I blame last night's Angel.

Anyway, despite all of the temporal madness, I really must get up and get clean and dressed and ready for my interview. Because I know that I won't get a second chance on that.
Posted: Thursday - April 29, 2004 at 07:02 AM         | |

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