Gosh, I am silly tired. I woke up for a class on wedneday, rushed though shower and all, showed up in class at the appointed time . . . but I didn't know my classmates. And they were all packing history texts, not literature texts.
The disturbing part was: I couldn't figure out what went wrong. It felt like the world must have slipped a cog because I did everything I was supposed to do. Turns out that I was an hour early for class, but it took another classmate to point that out to me . . . my brain was too fuzzy to grasp it.
I will adjust to graveyard shift, I will adjust to graveyard shift. I will . . . won't I?
Anyway . . . still sober, but not particularly clear-headed.
Hugs to all.