I social-network-statused on Friday night that I had no idea it was Friday until someone told me on the phone. It was true but we can all forget days of the week when focused on other things. With me it gets weirder…
Fact: My OCD requires I cross out my calendar days in a uniform manner and I decided that 2011 would have days crossed out in highlighter and i would retire my rainbow pack of Sharpie markers. well THIS creates the problem that I do not have enough highlighters and this is why I didnt know yesterday was friday: because I didnt have a pink and february must be pink since January was blue and March is going to be Green. so my Feb didnt have the days crossed out and since I tell time like someone in a movie that’s stranded or in prison: the uncrossed days in the month turned into a state of timelessness. Today I bought a pink Highlighter, crossed out the days and then went “oh, today is Saturday…” to myself, being 100% serious before giggling at how quirky-adorable this whole series of events was. 2 seconds later, I realized “quirky-adorable” is more accurately described as “batshit insane-o” in cases like these but watevs.
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