How to Tell When You've Really Lost It

This morning, I woke up at the ungodly hour of 6 a.m, why is beyond me. BF had to be at work at 6, so maybe in getting ready he woke me up. Who knows. I got up and grabbed a cheez whiz sandwich, glass of pepsi and even though I was really groggy, I turned on the computer and while I'm consuming my not-so-politically-correct snack, I answered email, whatnot.

About 6:30, I can't keep my eyes open any longer (keep in mind I take two pills at night and need a full night's sleep), so I go on back to bed. It's incredibly hot so I try to turn on the air conditioner and it starts making rackety noises, so I quickly turn it off. I turn over and make the best of it. Then, I hear Melissa get up to take a shower (she's got to be at nursing school at 8). I toss and turn. My stomach is doing something weird and I hope it's not because I left the Cheez Whiz out overnight.

I finally fall asleep.

I dream something weird. I can't remember details right now, but I was heavily into whatever was going on.

My eyes peep open. I look at the clock. It says 12:00 and I'm supposed to be at work at 11!!!!

I jumped out of bed and raced for the phone. The answering machine was blinking and I was sure it was work calling wondering where the hell I was and if I didn't pick up, I was fired (just a slight wishful premonition).

I wish I had work on speed dial, but I don't and I call some number which is wrong and I have to start over. I finally get them and it's the BOSS.

"Gill, I'm sorry, but I overslept! I'll be there in a half hour."

I hear laughter. Then, he says, "It's Thursday and you don't have to be here until 5, remember?"

I felt like cow manure and said, "Heh. That's right. I thought it was Friday."

I'm either losing it or need a loooooooooooooong vacation.