All week, I've had a really tough time saying focused on any one thing. I start something and then leave it and move on to something else. I'm not normally like this, it's more than a little weird.
This morning when I woke up, I seriously thought it was Saturday. I woke up at my normal time and thought, "I'll get up and do a few things and let Mark sleep late." By the time I got to the bathroom, I was remembering how we'd put our trash and recycling out last night. No problem, my foggy brain said, Monday must have been a holiday and that's why we put it out on Friday night. Eventually, I figured out that it was Friday and I was really disappointed. Disappointed and totally fucked up. It's sort of set the tone for today so far.