Out of sync with the world

I have no idea what day of the week it is.

On Friday morning I knew it was Friday because I was going to see Kevin in the afternoon.

At Friday lunchtime it felt like Thursday, because Kevin wasn't going to come until the next day (he couldn't tax his new car without insurance documents, which were in the post and on the way, and therefore he could take them to the post office on Saturday morning and get a tax disc, and drive up in the afternoon).

On Friday afternoon it felt like Saturday, because I was — shock, horror — outside university grounds, walking around to see potential properties (which Kevin and I had done the previous Saturday too).

On Friday evening it definitely couldn't have been Friday (because Kevin wasn't here) or Saturday (because I had to go to bed early for an exam the next day). I reverted to it being Thursday.

On Saturday morning it felt like Friday again, because I was going to see Kevin in the afternoon, and I had an exam (exams Shouldn't happen on Saturdays).

At Saturday lunchtime everything went haywire when Kevin phoned to say that his insurance documents hadn't been in the post, and the post office wouldn't accept the faxed copies that the company sent him instead, so he wouldn't be able to drive anywhere until at least the post on Monday, when it would be Monday, and the week, and not the weekend, and so I wouldn't see him for another week.

So now I'm very confused because it's very rare that I don't see Kevin at the weekend (this is the third weekend in the past 18 months that we haven't seen each other, and for one of those we saw each other the next Tuesday anyway (for John Cleese's birthday party :-) )), and he's not here, so it can't be the weekend. In fact, I feel like there hasn't been a weekend at all — we've skipped over it, but it's also not the beginning of next week yet, so I'm in some Limbo place until that happens.

We'll see Star Wars next week.