That Friday feeling

I spent most of told holding onto the erroneous belief that it was Friday and the weekend was gaily beckoning to me at the end of the days work. It came, therefore, as something of a crushing disappointment to realise that Friday lay yet before me and I was going to have to go through the day all over again. A particularly cruel sort of deja vu.

What can I say? I just don't know where my mind is right now. I'd taken to keeping it in a jar under my bed (next to the goose egg containing my heart). For safe keeping you realise. I still talk to it on a regular basis - it's quite the sparkling conversationalist you know - but I think it's a lonely existence for a mass of grey matter. Certainly it's not seemed itself lately. Prone to wandering, which is quite an achievement when you're living in a jar under a bed, and given to the most peculiar flights of fancy. Quirks I could live with happily enough, but it also seemed a touch down in the dumps, perhaps a little lonely. I'm quite certain I spotted it moping on more than one occasion. It tried to cover it up as soon as it realised I was watching - I'm certain it didn't want to worry me - but it nearly broke my heart (thank goodness goose eggs are remarkably resilient). I couldn't stand to see that poor thing in such a state (I'm very attached to my mind), so I let it out for some fresh air, and the next thing I knew it was gone. I should have realised - if it can wander whilst still in a jar, goodness only knows what it's capable when set loose. I haven't seen it since. 'Tis a vexatious and cunning beastie when it wants to be, capable of great hidyness and sneakiness. Of course, I've gotten along this far without it, which says much about the merit of possessing such a thing to begin with. Still I can't help but feel that I should begin searching for it. I'd draw up a plan of some sort to find it, but that's precisely the sort of thing I relied on it for. I really don't know what I shall do without it....