Day of the Week Drama

Since being home, I have lost all of my day-of-the-week sense. I've decided this very unique situation is likely only shared by other college students on ridiculously long breaks, infants, and the elderly. Even the unemployed can probably tell a Tuesday from a Saturday based on traffic, other peoples moods, etc.

It doesn't help that my parents are taking random days off mid-week, ruining any schedule I was slowly creating in my mind. In college, its all about getting to Thursday- in the working world, Friday is the goal. Right now, I don't have a specific day I look forward to; a Friday could be as much or as little fun as a Monday. I am essentially in Purgatory.

This phenomenon, however, has instilled in me an above-average sense of dates. I know what I'll be doing on December 31st, but I couldn't tell you what day of the week that is. January 5th, no clue. Talking to a friend the other day about going skiing, we reached an impasse very quickly. It went something like this:

Hey do you wanna go skiing next Wednesday?
What's the date?
I don't know.
Well, I can go on the 2nd, 3rd, or 4th.
What days of the week are those?
I don't know.

Hopefully this little problem of mine will sort itself out fairly quickly. I feel like nobody else is having a similar day-of-the-week problem. If calendars didn't exist, I would end up staying in my house all day, watching soaps, playing solitaire, and eating dinner at 4:30.