"It's Sunday, May 15th, 2005. I'm cleaning the house, and the kitties are basking in Sunlight. What's that? Is that marijuana I smell? Oh no, I forgot I was burning saaage. But for some reason I just feel completely stoned, and I'm trying to catch butterflies with my hands! Stop this! I'm possessed, and it certainly isn't my fault..."

Btw, I checked to see if I had correctly matched the day with the date, and it was right! What the hell am I, Rain Man?