Time may or may not fly when you're completely disassociated from its passage.

Holy shit, is it actually Friday? I went to bed last night thinking it had to be about Tuesday... gah. All the days are one blur to me. I need to find my PDA (formerly known as my phone) and get it plugged back in. I also think I need to start making daily blog posts again... I'm kind of realizing how much it helped me keep track of things when I sat down each day and wrote, in effect, "Today's Tuesday. Yesterday I did this. Tomorrow on Wednesday I'll do that." Hopefully more interesting than that. I'm putting that on the start of my daily checklist. Find out what day it is and write about it... that fixes it in my head a little bit more.

Maybe I should get the day and date display to show up on my lappy all the time. Actually it would not at all be a bad thing for me if I had the time always on screen... I have the taskbar on auto-hide because the screen's so small to begin with, but that means I never know how much time is passing while I'm doing something unless I think to look. Okay, that's done. Anybody know a way to get the day of the week and date showing up in the taskbar?

Needless to say, I don't feel I accomplished much of anything this week. Well, that's not true. I'm less stressed and I'm healthier, and I'll throw that away if I start obsessing over the stuff I didn't get done. I'll get some writing done today and move on.

(And in reference to my last journal post: I am, in fact, a natural blonde.)