lost time...

Do you ever suddenly get the feeling that you cant remeber what day it is and you ccant remember yesterday? You try to remember what you did and who you did it with, but you cant and begin thinking that you might have actually just slept all that day or some demon possesed you and forced you to do unspeakible acts that you cannot, thankfully, remember. Then you look at the calender, take a few breaths and realise that it is actually thursday, not friday. You didn't miss out on anything.

Well, today I was blankly looking at the wall when I suddenly realized that it was friday, not saturday. I looked at the calender and this confirmed my thoughts: at some time during the week my mind had created an extra day, possibly an extra wednesday. I can remeber all that happend on wednesday, all that happend on thursday, and all that happend on wednesday: the sequel.
Not even a demon would be so fucked up as to possess someone and then give them an extra days experience of sweet fuck all. It makes me drink.

Anyway, deseased thoughts aside, today I made a house. Or at least part of a house. And then I got paid for it. $25 dollars for little over two ours work. I should go into the partial construcion of houses buisiness. I didn't even have to lift heavy things. Now I am rich. Richer than Jesus. And he could just wish for money. He could say "MONEY" and he would have some. Rich bastard.

I had a shower, but now the puppy is on my lap. So I smell like puppy, not shower. Damn.