thursdays and 33

i swear to you, when i last looked at the calendar days, it was tuesday. of course, tuesday felt like a monday, so that royally sucked. how confusing can a simple holiday make your entire week? frustrating as hell.
have you ever woken up from a dream... a simple catnap that felt like just a fleetng moment, then realized to your surprise that you've been asleep for hours? that's been my week... my recent flurries of activity have left me just standing there, in slow motion, watching the world pass me by. so now, here i sit, doing wednesday's work on a thursday, and trying to put off thursday's work onto friday's plate. wtf?

i turn 33 next week. that sucks major monkey butt too. what a stoopid age... 33. doesn't even sound cool. like 21, or 25, or even 35... i have parents telling me to put goddamned stickers on household items i want at their place for when they die.... my own father is reaching the age of his father's death... how'sa 'bout 'dem apples? i think i need to go pick up a pencil, and draw/doodle/sketch some of my angst and frustrations out. more later. i'll be in the corner holding my knees up to my chest and rocking bac k and forth.