Monday, October 1, 2007
Thirty days has September.
I just found out that there is no September 31st. I've been dating things incorrectly all day. But I'm not about to stop now. I'm confused about calendars (and clocks, maps, the buttons on toasters, and the way there is no cheese on vegan pizza), but I'm no quitter. Unless it's something that I've done for a really long time, at least ten years. Then it's time to quit. I've only been writing the wrong date for eighteen hours.
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when i get confused about the date, i just count the knuckles on my hands. my third grade teacher taught me that.
there are 14 per hand. so that's 28 knuckles. and that's the number of days in february most of the time.
then, for the rest of the months you just remember that who cares about the number of days.
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