So for the past two days I’ve been stuck in the future. This all started simply enough:

Last Monday, G3 and I kept thinking it was Wednesday/tomorrow. G1 on the other hand was set on the fact that tomorrow was Thursday. A little known revelation- it was in fact just Monday, despite our beliefs to the contrary. By Tuesday, all of the lost time and confusion had been settled. When Thursday did actually become Thursday, G3 asked repeatedly over the course of conversation what day is it? As an upstanding member of the G-Force, G1 informed her that it was, in actuality, Thursday, despite G3’s absentminded references to yesterday as Monday and tomorrow as *Saturday.

Usually I’m the only Gmember who has issues with losing time, but neither G1 nor I believed that this was a case of lost time. To shorten a really long explanation on quantumness that I’m not even sure I truly understand (G1 is the Stargate Expert), we came to the conclusion that G1 was temporally shifted to the future.

It made sense. ish. And because it made so much sense, the G-Force gleefully accepted ’stuck in the future’ to explain temporal confusion, and we generally blamed the lapse in time across dimensions on the Universe.

I really should know better than to poke fun of The Powers That Be, especially when they’re in league with the Universe.

I think the confusion started when I changed my ringtone to the sound of the TARDIS in flight. The ringtone just happens to be exactly the same sound my police box USB hub-port makes when I plug in a new device or press a button on the side. Hn; what a strange and random happenstance.

Two days ago, I took a nap. I woke up in the future. My phone rang, confusing me as all get out because the light on the top of my police box was not flashing, and my sleep addled brain could not remember my phone. In my half conscious state, I tossed myself into my computer chair with a flat-line of brainwaves. The jostle from the fall coincidentally moved my curser over the timestamp on my PC. I’ve got my computer set up to pop-up with the date upon rollover. Friday, November 14, 2008.

What? I freaking thought this was the day after elections. The most outstanding recollection I could come up with was that I remember forcibly sitting down, in front of the TV, and watching McCain’s parting words. I remembered waiting annoyed at the media commentary for Obama’s acceptance speech. Then I remembered the odd, because it was short and stilted, conversation I had with my boss this morning. Hn. No wonder we had such an awkward conversation, I hadn’t spoken to her in over two weeks, and all’s I had to say was “I’m good.”

No- No way. I checked the calendar, and sure enough, Friday, November 14, 2008. I got up and checked the calendar in the kitchen. This didn’t tell me much because a few days had random marks that could have been a cross off. I got back on my computer and checked the Google Date/Time application on my homepage. Sure enough, it said Friday, November 14, 2008. This was so much weirder then reading about it in John Dies at the End.

Then, because I’m sure I’m not that freaking out of it, I remember my phone. Where is it? The phone tells me that I’m not crazy, and the date is not Friday, but Wednesday. I went about re-syncing my PC time clock.

Even after being reset, I turned on my computer this morning to find that today was Sunday, November 16, 2008. As I type this, even my Word Auto-Fill thinks this is so. I went back to my Google app just to check again, and I was shocked to see that for an instant (no longer than 4 seconds), it was actually Friday, November 30. I’m not sure what year it was, because I don’t think the 30th falls on a Friday this year. -_-

So, I am stuck in the future. Everything is getting saved to the future. Hn. I guess Detective Crews was right. We are not here. We are only more likely to be here then to not be here.

So, even as you read this, know: I am not here. I’m only more likely to be here, even if I am in the future.

*I’m not sure when the other days went.