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So it's Wednesday. My various time keeping devices tell me it's 11:44. I don't believe them. I've been to bed, I tried to sleep. It didn't work. It donned on me (as I was laying in bed) that it was, in fact, Wednesday. And only, only then did I realise it was Wednesday. The fact I had participated in a meeting that was scheduled that day, a mere 12 hours before, did not make me realise that it was Wednesday. I was doing my very best to keep with it, and continue on in the day, believing, that everything that told me it was Wednesday was true. The News told me so. The Date told me so. The Calendar told me so. The E-mail I recieved told me so. The Televison Programs told me so. And, in some far corner of my mind, I told me so. Because of this epiphany that it was truely Wednesday, I could not sleep. I could not sleep because I had not had this epiphany, and I could not sleep because I did have this epiphany. Now I cannot sleep because I have had an epiphany about having an epiphany, and could not sleep before I had this epiphany, because I had not had this epiphany. My Mind told me I used to like Paradoxes. I didn't believe it either. While laying in bed, I tried to listen to the rain. To smell the rain. To feel the rain. To simply sense the rain. I got up, put on some clothes and went out to my driveway, and stood in the rain. I listened to every sylable of every unique and simply identifying impact against the hard concrete. The smell of the ozone in the air, the small, sharp twinge to the scent that made it all come together. The same slight twinge that when you inhaled deeply caused the slight tingle in the back of your head. I felt every drop slide it's etheral way down my skin, ever releasing movement in my hair. Every warming moment it stayed with me. And It all seemed empty. Like something was missing. Something important was missing. The rain even failed to satisfy, the most primal of all my desires, left feeling empty, souless, and dead. I could not find it. No matter how hard I tried, I could not find it. I know what I'm missing, and I know it won't come back to me just yet. But how I wish it could be back now. > > > > So, it's Thursday. 
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i don't get it "It's Wednesday!"