I had a terrible day on Wednesday. I drank too much the night before. I either slept through my alarm or forgot to set it, and was therefor late to work. I fell apart at the coffee shop and cried on the poor barista's shoulder. And then again on my boss's shoulder. It was just a terrible day.
Today, it occurred to me that my rape-iversary should be around now so I looked at my calendar to check the exact date. It was Wednesday.
I didn't consciously know that I was living an anniversary, by my psyche knew. So odd.