I "lost" a day this weekend.
You know how sometimes you think it's Wednesday but it's actually Tuesday and you're like NOooo!
Well, I had that this weekend but somehow it was worse, maybe because it was a weekend and a long one at that?
I have not been working on Fridays, so technically I had four days this weekend... Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday.
So on Friday night I was getting ready for bed and thinking I might go get groceries tomorrow since it's a Saturday and I'd rather not do it on Sunday. And then part of my brain paused.... *is* it Friday? It's Friday right? Oh no... it's not. Friday's gone, this is Saturday night, which makes tomorrow Sunday and the day after that Monday. I lost a day. Like really, it felt like my Saturday had just disappeared?
Part of that is likely due to the fact I really did nothing at all on the actual Saturday. I sat around watching the Burning Man live feed (since it was a dust storm all day there wasn't much to watch but I kept checking in) and some random series online and then I watched the man burn that evening and so when I went to bed I suppose I was a little extra emotional at missing another Burning Man and then I felt like the whole day had gone without me noticing it... I was bummed.
It was a little bit like that for most of the weekend, especially in the mornings. I'd wake up, sit and noddle around on my laptop and "all of a sudden" it would be 10:30, or noon. Time just slid away.
It may have been in part due to my intense attempts to distract myself from my anxiety by throwing laptop-based hyper stimulation at myself, but still... somehow I "lost" a day and I'm more than a little bummed about that, but hey, long weekends are always a little time warp weird eh? Like what day is it now?! (Wed...nesday pretending to be a Tuesday but feeling like a Friday. Sigh.)
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