And I have no idea why. It's like those days everybody has when ey feels like it's Friday, or Tuesday, or something, even though ey knows, in eir mind, that it's actually Wednesday - yeah. For the past few days, I've been feeling like it's November.
Like Christmas is coming before terribly long and my birthday is forever away and the Latin convention is forever away and graduation is twice forever away. Like Leigh and I just broke up a few weeks ago. Like I can't wait for real winter to come because that'll mean more rain. Like I wonder when stupid Daylight Savings Time ends, or whether it has already.
And I wonder how long I've felt like this before even realising it.