I'm a walking contradiction.
How can I be so smart as to have the foresight to write down the contents of a blog entry, and yet so idiotic as to not remember to make said blog in spite of the paper being literally right in front of me?
Mind you, it's a superpower that once I describe it, a lot of people will go. "Hey I have that, too!"
So when I say it's a superpower, it's not really something unique to me, but then again, superpowers rarely are. (In fact, in most comics with superpowers, there are dozens upon dozens if not hundreds of individuals who have a power. If there were only one teleporter in the world, we wouldn't need a word for teleporter, is what I'm saying more or less; every time you see someone with powers that are given classifications, they are given classifications because there are others who have a power of that class in 99% of the cases.)
This superpower is absolutely worthless--in fact, even detrimental to have.
I swear that I have the superpower to slip into alternate dimensions that are almost exactly the same, except for one small insignificant detail. Usually revolving around an object. We're not talking large objects. We're usually talking objects that can be held in a hand.
Where in one universe, they are one way, the way I remember them. And then I shift into another universe, where they are somehow different than before.
For instance, the other day. I had my buttered toast that I packed for lunch as is typical, but because I didn't have time to eat all the eggs, I stuffed the remainder of the eggs inside the toast (which makes it act as makeshift french toast--rather delicious!), knowing I'd have just enough spare time to eat it as a lunch later in the day.
Except...there were no eggs in the toast.
There was no mess anywhere to suggest the eggs had fallen out.
There was no evidence that it was a different toast sandwich; I only had the one in the lunch.
There was no evidence at home that I grabbed the wrong sandwich; there was nothing, nothing at all, in any spot where I could have done so. And my family made no mention of it. Which is important, because my mom commented on me having put the eggs inside the buttered toast; she caught that detail, so if I had somehow left it behind after taking the time to prepare it, she'd have said something, yet she didn't.
It is as if I started with the eggs, and ended up in a different universe where I didn't have them.
And today, looking at what I am CERTAIN is my box of chocolates I received from a patron at work as a gift near Christmas.
I ate half of them the day I got it.
I ate all but two or three pieces some time later.
I then finished it off, or so I thought, later than that.
But in spite of me being sure it was empty.
During the latest power outage I experienced, when fumbling for the light on the table those chocolates were stored on, I dumped it--and much to my surprise, there were about half a containers' worth of chocolates present, which I messily put back in a rather jumbled order.
I peaked inside today.
And the box is completely filled to the brim. And while there is evidence of it having been dumped. Only two pieces are in the wrong spot. I am absolutely baffled by this, because I am quite certain that it's the same box it has been since the day I received it as a gift.
It has the plastic still clinging to the box in the amount I remember. (Admittedly this is a hazy detail.) It is stored the same way I remember--the sheet on top covering the chocolates below, but the box open (because it's supposed to be empty!) rather than having the lid on it--the lid is underneath said box. And it's definitely the same box type; the Hershey's Pot of Gold containing various chocolate-covered caramels.
There's just no rational explanation for it. I know I ate at least some of them. If it were a different box, I could maybe understand. If it were something which was identical to what I got, I could understand. And yet, there's no way that makes sense in spite of it being the only "possible" conclusion, because if my family got another one, they'd have let me know about it; there's no reason they would leave an open container with all the chocolates still there. And so on and so forth and whatnot.
Literally my only other hypothesis for this other than slipping into an alternate dimension is that I have inadvertently discovered a bottomless pit of chocolates, some artifact that after an unspecified amount of time will replenish its stockpile of sweets.
I am going to go insane. ("Going to?" Hmm, fair.)
I think the shower I took helped with that. I doubt the problem I had was "fatigue due to not taking a shower", but there's something about taking a shower which can cause you to just feel better, so it helped me anyway. Basically, not taking one isn't the cause, but taking one is a cure of sorts.
Granted, pretty much wasted today, but oh well.
There's always tomorrow.
Why am I so tired today?
I don't know, there's literally no good reason. I just am.
Which has kinda sucked.
I'm not exactly lucid right now, but let's just say, haven't been all day--so I'm gonna go to bed and HOPE that I'm better tomorrow.
Believe me I thought about blogging about like ten different things, but I'm just way too tired to.
Well I'm a bit screwed.
When I left this morning, didn't have power.
While I did get it back (I am blogging, sooooooo), I didn't exactly have it back RELIABLY, with it looking like it was going to fail.
It hasn't thusfar, but it probably will.
The problem with that is that there are at least three badges of the day for the kongpanion of the week that I don't have, including the first...and I really, really, really need to go to bed. And I won't get a chance to play any of those games until 9:30 pm tomorrow, at the earliest.
I usually get low-hundreds on the kongpanion. If I'm attentive around midnight, I can get double-digits. (I think my record's like 13? Something around that.) But thiiiiiis one...well, it's gonna be in the thousands, even tens of thousands, when I earn it and a struggle to make it a shiny.
Cross that bridge when I come to it tomorrow tho.
Wow it got late.
As in, I'm 40 minutes past my bedtime, late.
I didn't even notice that it was getting late.
But now I need to go, in spite of the things I needed done no doubt.
I'm writing a blog.
This is me, writing a blog.
It sure is me writing a blog.
In no way could this possibly be me tired to the point of delirium and almost asleep.
This couldn't possibly be me making a cop-out entry. (Or rather, blog-out.)
It is an entirely legitimate, full entry.
A genuine blog post.
See? It's even got multiple paragraphs to it. And those paragraphs can have more than one sentence in them, too! Even have more than one line to them as well; they're approaching basically a proper (albeit short) actual paragraph in length. You can't ask for better than that, can you?
So this is not a nonentry; this is totally a blog entry.
I've said so much, after all! Can't get this much when I'd be not-lucid, surely.
And all that stuff that I wanted to do today is totally something that can get done, because clearly I am not on the verge of collapsing and in desperate need of bed. Nope, can totally continue on. Yep, this is a trustworthy statement of my capabilities now. I could in no way be at my capacity.
If you'll excuse me, I've got a totally-legitimate blog post entry to post now!
WELP I NEED BED NOW
I ALMOST STAYED UP LATER THAN MY INTENDED BED TIME, DID NOT FINISH DOING ANY OF THE STUFF THAT I WANTED TO FINISH DOING, AND NOW AM IN A DESPERATE RUSH TO GET TO BED BEFORE MY DEADLINE SO THAT I GET ENOUGH SLEEP SORRY
I didn't blog yesterday.
I coulda sworn I had, and if I had known I hadn't, obviously I would have (I had more than enough time considering how much time I wasted!), but apparently not.
At least I'm blogging today.