I just had the most disorienting experience. I fell asleep on the couch sometime around six o'clock, woke up about half past seven, and, partly due to the overcast sky, thought I had woken up at at half past seven Friday morning. In fact I thought it was Friday morning when I started writing this post. After futzing on the computer for a while, I looked outside and saw that the sky was darker than it had been several minutes earlier. For a moment I thought that really dense clouds had darkened the morning, but after checking the date on the computer I realized that it was still Thursday evening. Now still I feel oddly displaced in time. My guess is that my full-on senility is only a few months off.
Now what the hell am I going to do with the rest of the night? I just had my morning orange juice, damn it! At least my temporary confusion has led me to write two journal entries in one day. That happens so rarely anymore.