Thursday

When I woke up, I was late for my dawn classes. I cursed my lack of morning discipline and got ready to dash. But it wasn't Thursday, it was a Sunday. I closed my eyes and slept.

After I ate lunch, I walked across the pedestrian overpass and rode a jeep to my afternoon class. I paid my 7.50 and sat, waited. But it wasn't a Thursday, it was a Saturday. I got off, went home and slept.

As I was going home, I was thinking of reading a chapter for my morning classes. I'd read myself to sleep. But it wasn't a Thurday Eve, it was Friday Night. I dropped the chapter and slept.

I went to my dawn classes. I went to my afternoon lecture. I went to work. I ate. I drank. But it wasn't a Thursday, it was an identical Monday. I slept.

I'm stuck in Thursday.
Everything else is a dream.
I'm drifting in the sea. I have no anchor, no rudder, no sail. I have no sail nor oar. I'm drifting constantly into Thursday.

Someone wake me up.



Prognosis: Christmas break hang-ups. And yes, I saw the misplaced modifier.