Speaking of Time Travel... *sigh*

So, you guys ever wake up early in the morning and think to yourself it is another day then it really is? I did this morning. Oddly enough as it sounds, this morning, when my mom woke me (not my alarm, which never did go off for some reason) at nine, I thought it was Thursday morning instead of Wednesday. Then I went back to sleep and stayed in bed until about two-thirty when I was supposed to head down to school. When I awoke this time I went downstairs still believing it was Thursday (though why on earth I thought thus I do not know) and went down to check my email before heading off to school. Now, I have to clarify something else. If it were Wednesday, my mother would have come up and gotten me out of bed because I was late for school. Since she did no such thing, and she said nothing when I came down the steps, it only helped to solidify my false belief, which wasn't really at the forefront of my mind anyhow.
Yet, it was Wednesday and not Thursday, as I soon found out while driving my car down to school (from a radio disk jockey no less), and I couldn't believe it. Where did I think my Wednesday went? As I thought about it then, counting back the days and the events that defined those days, I realized the jockey was indeed correct. Or at least I was convinced somewhat because I could not remember anything that had occurred on Wednesday as it was Wednesday today. How do things like that happen, more importantly, how did I let that happen? Was it a subconscious act of denial for the benefit of extra sleep? I cannot imagine that to be necessarily so, for I did go to bed quite early last night (which I thought had occurred two days ago) around 11:30pm. That would mean, by nine in the morning, I would have already gotten roughly eight or so hours of sleep already. Whatever it was, my mind played a dubious trick on me today and I don't know whether to laugh it off or be concerned with my mental welfare. Sticking with today's theme of confusion, I guess I will do a little of both. Laugh it off while I am pacing back and forth in my little den, all the while hearing Robert Lamm or Bill Champlin belt out "Does anyone really know what time it is..." from the MP3 player on my computer.
I guess I am going to go figure that specific question out right now seeing as I am tired of sharing with you all anyway. Peace out peoples,
-sib-