By my calculations, the weekend went by in a blink. Maybe not a mathematical calculation, but definitely a scientific one. Why? Because I said so.
Did your parents say that to you as a child? Mine did.
All day today, I’ve thought it was Sunday, but then I thought no, it’s Saturday. So I was wrongly convinced that I was wrongly convinced it was Sunday. And it was! (It’s Monday now, technically.)
Or is it?
Yes. It is.
What a weird day.
I saw a squirrel die today. Got run over.
Okay, not today, because today is Monday, and it’s only been Monday for 15 minutes. But Sunday. I saw a squirrel get run over. In front of a church, no less. On a … Sunday. Yes. It was Sunday.
I have a feeling I’m going to have nightmares tonight, and that really sucks.
I had nightmares last night. I was woken up by one of those emergency notifications to let me know there was an armed and dangerous man on the loose and to stay home.
So what did I dream about?
You guessed it.
I need a good night’s sleep.
Because this blinking weekend sucked.
By my calculations, at least.
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