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WTF? It's nightime?
Okay, flist, what day is it? Because I remember going to bed and waking up--or at least I think I do (and I don't really know what the distinction is there, or if perhaps "I remember" is incorrigible--can I be mistaken about what I remember?--have I been reading too much Austin lately?)--only my computer says its ten p.m. instead of ten in the morning like I thought and that would explain why it's so dark outside and why they're setting fireworks off, and I'm just so confused.
Okay, maybe I was only asleep for fifteen minutes and thought I was asleep for the entire night? And didn't turn off my alarm half-asleep, like I thought, because it in fact didn't go off? I guess that makes sense, and means I didn't skip my morning walk. So hoorah, I guess.
I suppose that means I should go to bed now. But I don't exactly feel tired.
Wait. Did I feed the dog? Wait. Did I feed me? I don't remember eating dinner. I don't remember Friday evening at all.
*thinks*
Okay. Here's what I think happened: I think I took a nap after work, then woke up at 9pm thinking it was 9am Saturday when it was actually 9pm Friday. And when I was feeding the cats breakfast (I thought), I was actually giving them their dinner. That would explain it still being, you know, yesterday. And the fireworks are probably from a Riversharks game, because they have fireworks on Fridays. That makes sense. But I'm all disoriented now.
I'm going to go feed the dog now.
ETA: The other possibility is, of course, that I fell in a time loop and it is indeed my yesterday.
Which reminds me of my one other "sleeping time loop" story, which takes place in the beautiful town of Salzburg, Austria. My roommate and I (this was the semester abroad in London) had just flown in, and of course we changed our watches on the plane, setting them forward an hour. If either of us made a mistake and set it in the wrong direction, he would have set it back an hour.
We went to our hostel and, as we had been up all night (as our plane left Stanstead Airport at some ungodly hour in the morning and the transportation wouldn't be running yet, so we had to stay at the hospital overnight, keeping ourselves awake by doing our reading for classes), we immediately took a nap.
When we woke up, both of our watches were an hour ahead of everyone else's. That's two hours ahead of Greenwich Mean Time--a mistake either one of us would be unlikely to make when resetting our watches, yet alone both of us.
The only reasonable explanation, then, is of course that space aliens stopped time, experimented on us for an hour while we were sleeping, then returned us to the time from which they took us.
ETA2: Okay, I've fed the dog and fed myself. My grandmother's turkey soup, of which I still had some leftovers in the fridge, so yum. Isn't there supposed to be some chemical in turkey which makes one sleepy? Hopefully it'll help me get back to sleep, and when I wake up in the morning--the actual morning--everything will be straightened out.
See you on the flip side, flist.
Again.
Okay, maybe I was only asleep for fifteen minutes and thought I was asleep for the entire night? And didn't turn off my alarm half-asleep, like I thought, because it in fact didn't go off? I guess that makes sense, and means I didn't skip my morning walk. So hoorah, I guess.
I suppose that means I should go to bed now. But I don't exactly feel tired.
Wait. Did I feed the dog? Wait. Did I feed me? I don't remember eating dinner. I don't remember Friday evening at all.
*thinks*
Okay. Here's what I think happened: I think I took a nap after work, then woke up at 9pm thinking it was 9am Saturday when it was actually 9pm Friday. And when I was feeding the cats breakfast (I thought), I was actually giving them their dinner. That would explain it still being, you know, yesterday. And the fireworks are probably from a Riversharks game, because they have fireworks on Fridays. That makes sense. But I'm all disoriented now.
I'm going to go feed the dog now.
ETA: The other possibility is, of course, that I fell in a time loop and it is indeed my yesterday.
Which reminds me of my one other "sleeping time loop" story, which takes place in the beautiful town of Salzburg, Austria. My roommate and I (this was the semester abroad in London) had just flown in, and of course we changed our watches on the plane, setting them forward an hour. If either of us made a mistake and set it in the wrong direction, he would have set it back an hour.
We went to our hostel and, as we had been up all night (as our plane left Stanstead Airport at some ungodly hour in the morning and the transportation wouldn't be running yet, so we had to stay at the hospital overnight, keeping ourselves awake by doing our reading for classes), we immediately took a nap.
When we woke up, both of our watches were an hour ahead of everyone else's. That's two hours ahead of Greenwich Mean Time--a mistake either one of us would be unlikely to make when resetting our watches, yet alone both of us.
The only reasonable explanation, then, is of course that space aliens stopped time, experimented on us for an hour while we were sleeping, then returned us to the time from which they took us.
ETA2: Okay, I've fed the dog and fed myself. My grandmother's turkey soup, of which I still had some leftovers in the fridge, so yum. Isn't there supposed to be some chemical in turkey which makes one sleepy? Hopefully it'll help me get back to sleep, and when I wake up in the morning--the actual morning--everything will be straightened out.
See you on the flip side, flist.
Again.