It’s a little bizarre out here in the First World.
I was raised Catholic, complete with Catholic School K-12 and I have received all of the Sacraments except for Matrimony and Holy Orders. (Long story with lots of standing and sitting.)
This background means that I have a glitchy and permanent guilt button installed snugly in at the base of my throat, right where my Miraculous Medal can give it poke.
That being said, I get a bit twitchy when I complain about something that is a non-problem. I am fully aware that my complaints pale in comparison with, oh say, the struggle for food, shelter and clean water.
Complaint the first: My electronics are conspiring to keep me from watching the reboot of the X-Files. I am an X-Files fan and I even have a baseball jacket that my father gave me that commemorates the X-Files Expo and I have seen not one, not two, but three different homeless people wearing that jacket. I had to point out that they were separate occasions so no one will think that somewhere there is a street performance of Jersey Boys. Which, come to think of it, would probably be pretty terrific.
Anyway, I have been trying to watch the first episode of the X-Files for over a week. Every time I try to watch, Hulu encounters a glitch and won’t let me reboot so that I may watch it. Now I’m two episodes behind.
Complaint the second: Since I have been surviving by subbing and side-gigging (alliteration always available), I am a bit foggy on what is happening in the regular, work-a-day world. Every morning I watch the previous days news via The Daily Show and The Nightly Show and Good Morning America. This can be tricky since it lends to general feeling of having been abducted by Time Weasels.
I woke up this morning fairly certain that it is Thursday. I know this because I teach my theatre class on Monday’s and Wednesday’s. I have no idea what the date is until I look at my email. So this morning, I sat down with my banana and giant glass of water (I make myself drink 32 oz of water before I commence to guzzling coffee.) Then I turned on my computer and pulled up Hulu so I can start listening to the recap of news while I begin my day. The Daily Show said Thursday January 27th. It took me five minutes to determine that it was a mistake on their part and should have said Wednesday the 27th and that today is Thursday the 28th. For several moments I didn’t know if I had completely missed a day or if I was watching news from the future.
I wonder if this is a time weasel prank or just my tenuous hold on reality. Perhaps I should just drink some coffee.
First World Problems.