The days and weeks become a melted mass of nothing

Where have you gotten in life when a Thursday rolls around and your brain says hey weren't we just on a Thursday. Where have you gotten in life when no day is memorable enough to separate all of the other days and the week has just slid by. Oh things happen and things are done and you eat, sleep, wake, work, etc. etc. etc.. Maybe the issue is that most of the things that have happened within that week are either the same old same old or just so stressful that your mind skims by them or condenses them into a manageable bit. Sometimes when you drink too much an evening flies by like it never happened and most of the events don't register permanently on your brain. Sometimes life is like that.