The Space-Time Continuum
I spent the day in solid meetings at work from 9:30 am to 4:00 pm. Thinking I’d come home, eat, and play some Final Fantasy, I end up passing out asleep instead. Fast forward to 7:45, I wake up in a full blown panic thinking I’d overslept and that I was late for work. I look at the date and time on my phone. I see June 12 and begin going through my phone’s settings, believing that my phone is broken because the date is wrong and my alarm didn’t go off. All the while, Rand is at his computer on the other side of the room playing a video game.
Now, any sane person would begin to come to the realization it’s 7:45… in the evening. But oh no, my fucked up brain looks at him, starts to panic, and screams, “Oh my God! You’re late, too?” Only he says “What, baby?” because my verbalized panic comes out as incoherent mumbling.
And still, any rational person would begin to adjust and realize that it is 7:45…. IN THE FUCKING EVENING. But not me. I decide to argue with Rand for five minutes straight about what century it is because my happy ass is lost in the space-time continuum. Then, by the time I was fully convinced that it was still the same day and only 7:45 in the evening, I was exhausted all over again. I may have fallen back asleep, I’m not sure. All I know is that I still feel disjointed and that my whole sense of time is off.
Gawd, I hate naps like that.