Time has a funny way of playing tricks on me. I can't keep track of time anymore - it feels like it should be 8 at night when it's 10:30, and I can't tell the difference between February, March, and April. A week ago seems like a month ago, and I can't tell you whether or not I had to do something on Tuesday or on Sunday. Seriously. I keep thinking that Rocky Horror was like mid-March, but it was more like mid-February. I think. And the night I freaked out and had some kind of breakdown, I keep thinking that that was mid-March, though it was probably early March. I can't tell the chronology of anything after Breakfast Club ended - I've no idea where months began or ended, what I did when, even what order certain events were placed in. I don't know why, and its really weirding me out. I used to be able to keep track of things, and correct other people, "No, it was November, because dah dah dah dah dah..." and now I can't. What's going wrong with my head? Hours seem like days and early mornings are just enough to kill me.