Until Death Proves Me Wrong, I Will Continue to Think That I'm Immortal

There are times that I literally do not know what day it is. There are times that I do not know what week it is.

My confusion is usually a product of too much shit to do and working through the weekends. Lately, I've been trying to do the very most pressing thing. I haven't had time to plan things out.

I can't quit on things though because I feel that that would mean I'm admitting that I'm a mere mortal.


"So, you think you think you can have that by the end of the month?"

"Yeah, sure. That should be no problem. Oh, wait. What's today?"

"Thursday."

"The 15th?"

"No, the 22nd."

"What?! Really? No, I'll get it done."