Dear Diary

I showed up at my doctor's office a day early, confused about what day of the week it was.  He gave me a look and said Take it easy, I'll see you tomorrow.  Every time I'm supposed to go somewhere, the anxiety builds up and I keep thinking that I'm in the right place at the right time on the wrong day.  I guess it happens because every so often I TOTALLY DO SHOW UP ON THE WRONG FUCKING DAY.  "Changing my life around" was off to a decidedly poor start.  I ended up driving around Santa Clara and Campbell in confused circles feeling annoyed with myself.  Somehow, though, I pulled myself together, made it to a job interview, and they loved me.  Weeeeeiiird.  I am nothing if not totally inconsistent.