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So, I realized this morning... I am a special kind of stupid!

This morning I finally wake up after re-setting my alarm twice! (Overcast this morning, so the sun wasn't doing it's job properly). I'm sitting at the computer for like an hour-and-a-half, continually thinking, "Dammit, I gotta get in the shower soon and get ready for work... GRR..."

So, finally, I get off my ass from the useless shit I was doing at the time, and get into the shower. I'm all happy and shit, letting the near-scalding water cascade over me, and wake me up somewhat, when I suddenly realize... I don't remember what I did Sunday... why can't I remember Sunday, I haven't been drinking at all this weekend, so it's not that. And if I had been, I would certainly have remembered the hang-over (I'm apparently at the age where a hang-over is damn-near a guarentee... *sigh*).

Wait... is TODAY Sunday??? I think it is!


So this is where the Holy-shit-I'm-stupid slowly starts to settle in. Not willing to leave this Twilight Zone style time-warp to chance I check the date on my computer. Sure enough, Sunday... though I'm still not convinced (I think my computer is secretly plotting against me... nothing major, just subtle little things to slowly drive me insane), so I check my watch... it says Sunday too. Now, most people would be convinced by this point, but my watch tends to spend a questionable amount of time with my computer... I think they may be in cahoots. That and the fact that my watch just had it's battery replaced a couple days ago, so I'm not certain it's fully awake yet.

Okay, so in an attempt to corroborate my computers questionable alibi... uh... I mean, story, I check my phone too. Now, it's saying the same thing as my computer, and my watch, however it actually spends more time with my computer than my watch does, so there's no WAY I'm going to trust THAT!

By this time, I'm in full paranoia mode, and it's getting right about the time I should be heading for work, if all these electronics happen to be lying to me. So I run down the stairs (still wearing a towel, mind you, since I didn't know if I should put my uniform on or not), all in a panic, looking for the stove and microwave. I finally find them (right where I left them last time, imagine that!), then promptly realize they're only going to show me the time of day... not the day of the week (they're in on it, I tells ya).

DAMMIT! Fine, check the TV, then! So I turn on the TV... sure enough, it says Sunday.... *phew* Finally I can put some pants on (I don't say that often, so this is a momentous occasion). I know I can trust the TV... the TV never lies to me *sigh* I lubbs u, TV! *HUGS*


Okay, so, moral of the story, don't eat three sandwiches made with Dempster's Texas-Cut Bread... even for one that enjoys eating as much as I do, A sandwich stack that stands a foot and some tall is just too much.

(Side Note: Apparently Moose Jaw has the only theater in all of Canada that doesn't want to make money... found out earlier today those bastards aren't playing Sin City!!! Can you believe it?! Damn fools, all of 'em!)