This Is Definitely The Eighth Day. Maybe

Last Updated on: 30th December 2025, 11:51 am

This is 100% me right now. The only difference is that I haven’t known what day it is since December 20th when my birthday ended. It was easier to sort it out then than it’s been since we left for family Christmas on the 24th, though. Jesus.

Every day away felt like it should be a Sunday, because my family almost always gets together to celebrate things on Sundays. But none of those days were Sundays. What they were was a bunch of Christmases because each one had a party in it, which made them all into Thursdays until you forgot that Christmas was Thursday and moved it back to Sunday again. And then there was the night we watched Jeopardy and made everything into Friday for a while. Can’t forget that.

We’ve been back home since what I’m pretty sure was last Saturday the 27th and I still don’t know which way is up.

The night we got in, I decided to sit down and watch the late news because I was feeling a bit out of the loop. There was no news on Kitchener CTV because of a football game, but that was fine. I’d try London. It’s close enough to where my family is and we’d just come from there. But wait. Oh, my god! What in the actual fuck is this random episode of Corner Gas doing on where the news should go, you cheap ass motherfuckers!? This isn’t a holiday! It’s a random Wednesday, you pri…oh. Right. This is Saturday. Fuck me. My point about Bell being cheap ass motherfuckers stands because they don’t have weekend news at all now, but you can see where I’m at.

And to top it all off, when I went to bed around midnight on that Saturday or Wednesday or whatever, my phone said it had just become Sunday! I knew I’d be right sooner or later! At least until I woke up a few hours later convinced it was Monday.