I remember going up to Brooke's place Friday, coming back after two hours because of being ill, sleeping an hour before eating, going back to bed another hour. Then, I remember spending all Saturday long at the computer suffering from a headache and feeling like shit. I went back to bed Saturday night - actually night for once - and was up Sunday morning (actually morning).
Sunday, I texted Jesse and Lily about meeting, and they said they were at a con, but never said anything to suggest it was actually Saturday. Wasted some time trying to decide where else to go, preferably somewhere open 24 hours, but everywhere I found either was a place I knew was too busy or wasn't sure they had Wi-Fi, or else the site said Easter was possibly screwing up their hours, and I remember checking the computer's calendar and it said it was Easter still (before midnight). I kept looking for an hour or so but then it got too late for anywhere other than this IHOP that's a mile's walk away, so I tried to write at home, ended up publishing the next Many Faces chapter instead and then running out of energy. Watched Star Versus the Forces of Evil until Monday at 7 am, went to bed, woke up at 3 pm to my phone telling me it's Sunday again.
It is possible I'm misremembering and lost track of time, but considering how detailed my memories are, I doubt that I did that. Clearly, accidental time travel is to blame.
I hope today only repeats this once, because I hate Sundays, and I hate Easter Sundays even more than usual Sundays.
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