Every day is the same

This morning -- for the second time in less than a week -- I tried to go to a seminar way to early. Last Wednesday afternoon I hoped out my chair to go to a distinguished lecture hosted by the department. This morning I thought I was late and rushed out of my office to go to another invited seminar. I noticed my colleague in the next office hadn't left yet, so I thought I'd make him tag along.

As soon as I walked in his office it hit me. "Today is Tuesday, isn't it?". "Uhm, yes."

The exciting life of a grad student. My daily routine changes so little that I have no idea which day of the week (or week) it is that I'm stumbling through.