January 28, 2019
In 2010 I had a job I liked. This job made me like Mondays. I don't think it's changed since then, well except for a brief duration in late 2013. Ever since I tried the night shift, days seem to fly by. It's Monday today and next thing I know it's Sunday. Maybe the disadvantage of days flying by is its effect on memory-making. It's been 9-some years now that my mind's a blur. Days disappear into each other, in many ways. Backward, forward, sideways. My dreams are trippy, too. My planner barely understands the concept of chronology.