Late last night, I had a weird feeling. It was probably around midnightish. I haven't really felt like skipping a day, and yet, there I was, feeling off, like it just wasn't going to be a normal day. I had no proof, mind you, and I felt a little silly making a decision about a day that had barely started. And can it really be considered a new day when you haven't gone to sleep yet? I was going to wait until the morning, and if I still felt that way, I would post my thoughts on my status on Facebook. But then I thought, no, no, I really do feel this way. I really have to write it down, see what other people think, you know, like maybe there was something in the stars or whatever. So this is what I wrote:
I got a variety of responses. But here's the thing, nothing really happened today. Nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn't a stressful day, or a bad day. In fact it was overall a happy day. I even got in a nap after work and found out I lost an inch. But throughout the whole day, something wasn't quite right. I just couldn't put my finger on it. Not until the end of the day, did I figure out what it was. It all finally came together as I was browsing through Tumblr... And she died at 12:08am. How's that for coincidence?
Sooooo. Today is Wednesday. The middle. Like a middle child. Poor poor Wednesday. I'm not really feeling it today. Yes, I'll seriously have to think about whether it's a good day to have at all. I'm thinking I might just fly right over Wednesday and into Thursday. No, I have a meeting on Thursday. Okay, so Friday.... Friday night. I'm just going to skip right on over to Friday night. Anybody with me?
Makes ya think about the strange ways we're all connected.
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|Here's looking at you, Ivy Bean. Hope you're living it up, wherever you are.|