As some members of my family (not me) are more organised than others (me), the relatively simple act of walking from my room to the kitchen currently involves changing not only your location in space, but in time as well.
I have yet to change my clocks so I'm still in the future, don't worry nothing much happens.
Actually I quite like this detachment from time and am considering one day changing all the clocks so they say different times for every room. I'm aware this would not really alter anything but the directions certain pieces of plastic or metal or whatever clock hands are made of point in, but unless you have a schedule or appointments to keep that really doesn't matter.
Unfortunately I believe that to be the flaw in my plan. Even I do occasionally have appointments to keep and I'm bad enough at knowing what they are when I exist in one time zone. For example I believe I'm supposed to be going to Nottingham in approximately 12 hours to play a few songs. Wait, scratch that - I have 13 hours. But I'm not sure if this is true so in about 11 hours I'm going to call and check.
The gig is the final of an open mic competition. I have to drive 40 minutes there and back to play 3 songs. That in itself is quite depressing, especially as that last sentence contained the word 'drive' and thus I won't be able to just get drunk in the afternoon which is, I believe, what Sundays are about. However the reason I'm considering, no I think I've decided on doing it, is that approximately half of the people who play will have one of their songs put onto a CD that will be sold and promoted throughout Nottingham, and though there won't be any money in that, hopefully in the long run the promotion will cover the petrol.
I stopped myself from a digression in that last paragraph but now I've begun a new one specifically to follow it. The first day of the week, or last if you look at it that way, Sunday has become something quite different to the other six. I'm not sure there's a good enough reason for this. Sometimes it's nice - the afternoon drinking that I will be missing out on tomorrow is the fault solely of the word 'drive' and not of the day, and that can be a very pleasant side to Sundays, especially in the summertime with a BBQ. For some reason it's acceptable to drink earlier than on other days. But also everything shuts early, if it opens at all. Why? I imagine religion is to blame and that is not a satisfactory explanation for an Atheist who needs a post office. Ah well, I'm sure I'll get over it. And I do like those Sunday BBQs in the summertime.
I'm watching old vlogbrothers videos while I wait for Paper Towns to be delivered. I like their videos very much and I was quite late in discovering them so I've gone back to the beginning. I'm looking forward to reading the book as well, it's been a long time since I read anything, and I love to read when I'm in the swing of it. I never usually buy books new, I either borrow from friends or buy them from charity shops. But I bought Paper Towns (and his previous two since they were pretty cheap) because I felt like it was supporting a fellow youtuber in their beyond-youtube life. Something that I hope a lot of people will be doing for me soon enough. So I have that to look forward to. Of course it won't come tomorrow - it's a Sunday.