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I thought today was Sunday. Don't you just hate it when you loose a day in your head? Even after I was told it was Saturday, I still thought it was Sunday. I kept expecting to have my mother call and say to get ready. And after I woke up from a nap because of my watch alarm going off, I STILL thought it was Sunday. I finally remembered that it wasn't and went back to my nap.
I hate that I kept thinking it was Sunday.
I'm going to go see if I can write some more of that fic I started yesterday. Who knows what the muses want with me today.
Bye.
Sarah R.