I keep thinking today is Sunday, and planning to put Legend on at 9 o'clock to see what old horror films they're showing in the Vintage Vault tonight.

And then I suddenly realise it's only Wednesday.

Now I keep thinking today is a Wednesday.

Now I keep feeling like it should be a Friday.

I keep thinking it's Sunday.

Oh, no, that's tomorrow.

I had another blast from the past the other week, where I thought it was 1996. The air, the weather, (even the traffic, the pneumatic drill, the buses disgorging young people in 90’s like fashions). As I walked along I felt a strong sense of 1996. I’ve heard that light takes years to reach earth, so this must account for it - some must occasionally be held back only to make it through years later.

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

I keep thinking it's Sunday.

It is.

cosmictanya wrote:

I had another blast from the past the other week, where I thought it was 1996.

I get that sort of thing sometimes. When the sky is a certain shade of 70s Kodachrome blue, I feel like it's a cold spring morning in 1974 and we are to be taken to look at a church or some Tudor houses in some village somewhere.

I keep thinking today's Saturday.

I kept thinking that yesterday. But today I'm back on track, it's more like an ordinary bank holiday weekend from here.

I was confused but now I think I can understand.

Fangirl Three wrote:

cosmictanya wrote:

I had another blast from the past the other week, where I thought it was 1996.

I get that sort of thing sometimes. When the sky is a certain shade of 70s Kodachrome blue, I feel like it's a cold spring morning in 1974 and we are to be taken to look at a church or some Tudor houses in some village somewhere.

Yes, exactly like that.

I keep thinking today's Friday.

I have confused my weekday sense by moving hotel change day this week from Sunday to today, Friday.