Off my game

I feel like all of the recent activities, like four day work-weeks, partying like it’s 1999, skewed sleep schedule, etc., are starting to catch up to me. I feel a little off kilter. Maybe the weather has something to do with it. As evidence of this, I’m pretty sure that I’m starting to come down with some sort of illness. ..So soon after the flu shot, I know. Anyway, I really became aware of the fact that I’m out of sync this morning when I left the house. I was about to descend the stairs into the subway, when I realized in a flash of terror that I had not moved the car. I ran all of the way back to my building, up 5 flights of stairs, opened the door and grabbed the car key off of the hook by the door, while shouting down the hall to Reagan about how I was retarded and forgot to move the car. I ran all of the way back down the stairs, out of the door and my phone started ringing. Of course, it was Reagan. I was thinking, “she knows I’m in a mad dash, I wonder what she needs to tell me.” I answered, without breaking stride, as I sprinted up the block. “Hello?” Reagan said, “Jake, it’s Wednesday.” Oh.