An international move is in the works and for the past week I’ve been sitting in my empty apartment and sleeping on an air mattress, eating take out, sandwiches, cookies, various chip-type foods, watching weak television on a small, old set, and surfing the Internet when a public wireless connection allows. I’ve completely lost track of time and days, despite the television and Internet.

Here’s an illustration of what being in this empty apartment and rarely leaving is doing to me.

I participate in a simulation baseball league and run the games every Wednesday, almost like clockwork unless I warn everyone in advance. The Swiss might be able to set their clocks using me instead of some secret alien atomic clock. Not this week. I woke up Tuesday thinking it was Wednesday. Seeing the wireless connection was working I decided to run the games and upload them. I only realized it wasn’t game day when I checked later and a few people pointed out – with justifiable indignation if you know competitive simulation baseball – I’d run the games 30 hours early and could have given them a bit of notice. Of course, I felt like a dumbass because we don’t re-run games. History is history, come what may. Anyway, someone in the forum said it sounded like I could be having a Captain Benjamin Willard Apocalypse Now experience.

I think that strikes the right chord.

So, to complete my point (finally), I lost track of the days again yesterday, not realizing a) it was Wednesday and b) I was scheduled for Soundtrack Day. I think I’m losing my mind. This is probably a time warp, days are jumping around and getting lost. Definitely a case for “Mulder And Scully” from Catatonia’s International Velvet (1998).

   Catatonia – Mulder And Scully