Days
At the cafeteria yesterday, someone handed me a big plate of shouting. That confused me for a few seconds, until I remembered that it was Hand Someone a Plate Day.
I gotta say, these crazy Days like that are really hard to keep track of. They make me wish for a Keep Track of Crazy Days Day where you’d get seminars on what days were coming up. You have the obvious ones, of course, like today’s Be British Day, but the smaller, less well-known Days are the ones that we need a tiny bit of remindering about.
I mean, next Friday. What’s that? I have no idea. I probably won’t remember until it becomes next Friday and the Friday Day invades my morning. Unless it’s one of those evening Days, those really mess me up something fierce.
Please reconsider your days, people. Or remind me better. Or get rid of days altogether. Can’t we just go by months? For one thing, no one would ever need anything done by tomorrow. It would have to be next month at the earliest, since eliminating days would mean that tomorrow doesn’t exist. Life would be slower and more relaxed and less packed with days.
Please work on that proposal. Thank you.