I Lost A Day
I lost a day. I thought it was Friday, but Daniel was hanging around the house.
He was just lazing about this morning, he was, it was doing my head in. Finally I had to ask him? "Daniel, aren't you going to work today?"
"No, I've got nothing pressing," said Daniel. "But, what do you care?"
By this time, I had realised that perhaps it was my judgment that was off skew, and I'd shut up.
"But that wasn't it, little guy, now was it?" said Daniel, looking up from his ipad. "You thought I should be going to... you thought it was Friday?"
It was true, my reality shifted around a cog, and yes, I thought it was Friday, when in fact, it was Saturday.
"You were... are, so stoned you don't know what day it is?" said Daniel.
He said it like it was a bad thing, I look at it as a victory for the working man, but yes, it did appear to be true. What he was saying. What the hell happened to Friday?
He gave me shit for it all weekend.
He was just lazing about this morning, he was, it was doing my head in. Finally I had to ask him? "Daniel, aren't you going to work today?"
"No, I've got nothing pressing," said Daniel. "But, what do you care?"
By this time, I had realised that perhaps it was my judgment that was off skew, and I'd shut up.
"But that wasn't it, little guy, now was it?" said Daniel, looking up from his ipad. "You thought I should be going to... you thought it was Friday?"
It was true, my reality shifted around a cog, and yes, I thought it was Friday, when in fact, it was Saturday.
"You were... are, so stoned you don't know what day it is?" said Daniel.
He said it like it was a bad thing, I look at it as a victory for the working man, but yes, it did appear to be true. What he was saying. What the hell happened to Friday?
He gave me shit for it all weekend.
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