When you just loove commemoration days, because it's outside world reminding you why you're so f*cked up every year you lose track of it.
(Swear to god. Some dates & blanking them out & being a mess annually = :banghead::bag:. Had a moment I just stared at some signs and was all 'Ha. It's that close to 11/11. That explains things. Dear brain, restart.')
(Swear to god. Some dates & blanking them out & being a mess annually = :banghead::bag:. Had a moment I just stared at some signs and was all 'Ha. It's that close to 11/11. That explains things. Dear brain, restart.')