boundcreature

from the "as if i didn't have enough problems differentiating reality from fantasy" department:

i have been trying to adjust to shift-switch at work, instead of going in at noon, i am now going in at 7:30am. in addition to this, i am trying to get a graphic artists guild project finished by the end of this week that involves two complex illustrations. sooo, i've been drawing straight through the night and going to work for the last few days and going to bed right after work. monday night i woke up at 12:30am and started my day, tuesday night i got up at 10:00pm and started my day...

yesterday (tuesday), unbeknownst to me, the pants had a job interview in south boston. also, in addition to this, whitesamurai had left her wallet in his car. so, being the nice guy that he is, he swung by my house around 4pm to drop it off for her. of course, i am usually at work until 6pm (on the old shift, but now i get home at 2 or 3pm), so when pants goes into my room and drops the wallet on my desk, he sees that i'm asleep on the futon at the same time i wake up in a state of complete and UTTER confusion.

i will transcribe the conversation we had (to the best of my memory):

pants: aren't you supposed to be at work?
me: what day is it?
pants: it's saturday, you slept through the whole week!
me: huh? wait-a-minute, what are YOU doing here?
pants: i had a job interview, blah blah blah
me: oh. huh. my hours changed at work, blah blah blah

then he left and i went right back to sleep.

weird. that fucker is fast on his toes, makin' me think i slept through an entire week and that it was time to dance again.