It`s so funny how day names don`t matter any more. Ever get that? The name is there, but it does not mean anything. In my “previous” life, every day had a meaning. Every name had a meaning. Connotation and denotation (I`m sorry, I studied linguistics a bit today). It was something like this…
Monday – Damn. Work week. Actually, I waited all Sunday for this to come, so yey…onwards!
Tuesday – I knew I forgot something yesterday. Tuesdays are no fun at all. And I have to finish some things by tomorrow.
Wednesday – Sigh. When will this week be over? This sucks. Work and no fun. When`s this week over anyway? God, two more days. Boooriing!
Thursday – Yes! Only one day to go and then it`s friiiday!!!
Friday – You simply know that it`s friday just because people are different than in any other day of the week. It`s like the whole planet is moving with a different pace.
Saturday – This is usually the day when the most or the least happens. It`s either filled with action and stuff or it`s one of those boring, long days that you just wish them to be over soon.
Sunday – This one is usually the day of preparations for the next week. Usually it`s meant for cleaning things up, for preparations and stuff.
But recently (like in the past year or so), days don`t matter any more. Anything can happen on any day of the week. No plans, no predictions.
In other news…I tried that panorama thingie again and guess what…the flash sucks. I`ll do some more over the weekend in daylight and see if it gets any better. I tried doing some today, but in the morning when I was leaving for work and thinking about going up on the castle hill, there was fog all over the place and there was no panorama to record. There`s always tomorrow…