A glimpse into my confused state

This morning is a fair example which should illustrate the slightly-lostness that made me miss the first few weeks of uni. What MD calls 'challenged'

To be brief then, I started the day very sure that it was Monday, and now I'm not so positive. I still think it is but a couple of things have thrown me off.
I woke up extra-amazingly early 6.30am, having decided to take advantage of the winter nights, and finished readiing The Scarlet Letter. My head is full of this book now which I didn't expect to be- somehow Puritan Salem drew me in and became my weekend obsession.

Anyhow I hitched a lift with Ray and Abbu and was of course late so I didn't try to go to my Mon 9am lecture. That there was my first mistake - going to my halls instead of classes meant my concept of time wasn't confirmed.

I then redeemed my room from it's deadly inpenetrable war zone status up to Visible Floor level- and indulged my shameless geek by listening to a couple of Leaky podcasts.

After a brief debate with myself on whether the upcomin 12pm Sounds of English tutorial was worthwhile my sensible side won and I left the room careful to remember my keys and purse. But there was a small victory for the foolish side because I left all papers, notes and the like in my room. So I had to go buy a notebook and waste 55p and be even later...

Except the class wasn't on and I'm sure I went to the right room. And I was 5ish minutes late so I couldn't be too early! Time: check, place: check, conclusion- wrong date. Also I'd seen many Student Market Day! flyers, which are only around on Tuesdays. It was like the tragedy of my GoF mix-up all over again except I'm not sad today.

So I logically go through my head of the markers that today IS monday (isn't it??) -
1) Ray went to school this morning so it can't be Sunday.

That was all I had. So you see the evidence is stacked up for Tuesday but I'm still pretty sure it's Monday. And that's the timetable day I'm going to stick with.