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.