Since I came into work on Sunday afternoon, I’ve been feeling one day off all week. Monday felt like Tuesday, Tuesday felt like Wednesday, and Wednesday felt like Thursday.
Today I’ve evidently internalized three days’ worth of “No, it’s a day earlier than that!” because I keep thinking it’s Wednesday.
Drove out to Foothill Ranch yesterday on my lunch hour just to explore a bit and get pictures of the nearby hills where you can actually see what color they are. It’s been hazy enough that from my usual vantage points, they look faded grayish yellow-brown, instead of yellow-brown. (Though by this time of year they should look green. Yay drought.)
In other news, earlier this week I watched someone zip around a truck to pass it on the one-lane uphill cloverleaf section of the Ramp of Doom. Oddly enough, car and truck made it through unscathed.
Off to UCI tonight with alenxa to see The Lark, a play about Joan of Arc by the author of Becket.
In other other news, today’s Forgotten English phrase is “crotch-trolling.” No, it doesn’t mean what you think it does.
Snowed here just the other day.
I blame Shai’Tan.
Snow? Yeah, right. Next you’ll be telling me you have to fight your way through Trollocs to get to class.