Alternate Realities

I've decided that I just plain live in an alternate reality (which goes a long way to explaining why this post is going up so late).

So there I am, happily doing school with the kids and not so happily mopping the kitchen floor. And tralala I head to my office, go over to a script review blog I hang out on, because it's Friday and I like to check out the Friday amateur script reviews, and since I'm going there, I MUST know it's Friday, right?

But nooooooo. As I'm there, I'm thinking that I need to find a topic to blog about over here at Whine Sisters this week. I'm wondering how I can spin yesterday's talk at the North Lake Writers Fest (great talk, lousy traffic…google maps on the iPhone does not take into consideration what you should do when the street they say go down is totally blocked!), thinking maybe I should follow-up with the shed (it's up! it's empty! must now find the time to fill it with exciting outdoor type stuff). Or maybe the outdoor table I found at Goodwill for only $25 (I love thrift shopping).

But before I can decide, I realize that, hello, it's not Thursday (duh!) it's Friday and it's almost 10 and it's my day to post.

I mean, seriously. I wasn't a wild child in college. There was nothing I did that could have fried a lot of brain cells. And yet here I am losing days.

And that's not all. I'll think–oh! I must get X. And then I go to the other room to get X (which is, of course, extremely important) and when I get to the room, I have no idea why I went there in the first place.

Clearly it can't be me. So I'm going to blame it on the Internet. Or Global Warming. Or the earth being kicked slightly off its axis by all those earthquakes.

Yeah. That's it.

It's not me. It definitely can't be me.

Come on, folks. Tell me. Am I alone here? Or is everyone as spacey as me lately. (Hey! Maybe it's Spring Fever!)