The other day I imagined what it’d be like if all the seasons shifted two months forward. The school year would begin in mid-summer, for example, and the leaves would change around Christmas-time, and we’d all be slightly psychologically screwed up by it. Nothing serious, I guess, but I mention it because of your recent timing issues. The universe hasn’t been providing you with clues you can understand. You’re not only having trouble with the big stuff, like when to propose marriage or buy a house, but the little mundane crap, like when to eat or sleep. Unfortunately, this strange signal-less limbo will continue for another few weeks, despite your best efforts. Until then, all you can do is try to get your eight hours and three squares, whatever random time you can, and hope for the best.