Losing track: what day is it?
The extra time off work is messing with my equilibrium. I got up this morning really excited to read the Sunday paper. Getting the morning paper here is a project: I have to bundle up and walk out to the mailbox by the main road. Imagine my irritation when I got all the way out there and there was no fat Sunday paper balanced on top of the mailbox. God dammit! Our paper delivery has been a bit unreliable lately, but it bugs me more when it is the Sunday paper. I looked inside the mailbox. Inside, there was a Saturday paper. Stupid Saturday paper. Who cares about the Saturday paper? Yesterday's news. I stomped home in a temper. I am calling customer service! This is an outrage! I was just about to pick up the phone when I remembered. Imagine what a great blog entry it would be if I had made the call.