I have 10 minutes before a meeting and decided to write a post about nothing particular.
I was telling Jon a few weeks ago how around this time of year I am a little confused to actually what time of year it actually is. I know this sounds strange and it is, but it is true. It is times of tiredness or stress where I need to write down the month on a piece of paper, or think about it really quickly and randomly and I don't freaking know it. I feel like it could be November, or April - but not necessarily the month we are in. Weird. it is. I know my brain is a bit different than others...and maybe it is what makes me special.
shoot...I gotta go (my 10 minutes turned into 3) and...for the record - it is February here today ;)
Sach I never know what month it is. I barely know what day it is. I only know that it is either Saturday or Sunday if Chris is home...
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