You know when you make an appointment, and it’s way out in the future, and you are absolutely, 100% certain that you know the date and time of said appointment?
And yet somehow, as the date inches ever closer, somehow it becomes fuzzy, and murky, and basically what I’m saying is that I’m MOSTLY sure I’m supposed to be at the meeting at 8:30 tomorrow morning, but my brain is slowly but surely beginning to try to convince me that no, it’s actually 8:00.
Definitely 8:30. Totally and completely sure. I think.
(This is not even getting into the fact that although I’ve met with these people before, I’m sure I won’t recognize them, which is oh so awkward.)
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