Thursday
I feel like I don’t exist today. If I don’t remember the rest of the world is going on around me, I’ll forget where I am. Will I get lost?
I feel dizzy and floating, and inanimate.
Strangely, contented. Maybe I don’t exist because there’s nothing that relies on me existing today.
I have to go to work tomorrow. Maybe I’ll exist then.
Oh, and; I’m getting married.
