Alright, so I thought it was Thursday all morning on Wednesday. I even wrote 6/5 Thursday on something. So when I got a call to babysit on Friday I translated that in my head as 'I have to babysit tomorrow'. Alright, well I finally figure out what day it is...at least I did by the end of Wednesday and life is happy. Mind you, I'm still thinking 'I'm babysitting tomorrow'.
So now it finally is Thursday, for real this time. I leave work, waste an hour and a half in Hickory and then head over to babysit. After ringing the doorbell twice and standing in the sweltering heat for five minutes I call. "When was I supposed to babysit?" "Tomorrow. Are you standing in front of my house?" "...Yes." So that's how that goes.
That's not the end of the story. So I had plans Thursday night (the real Thursday) which I switched to the real Friday. Only I actually have to babysit on the real Friday, and it was too late to fix my plans on the real Thursday. Does that make any sense? Yeah well, think about how I felt.
So now it's Friday. I'm babysitting tonight...I think.
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