Right up until 5 minutes before I came into work, I thought today was Friday. Why isn’t it Friday? It’s Friday in New Zealand. Why don’t I live in New Zealand?
I’m a whining desk monkey, and I approve of this message.
The heck you say, it’s really not Friday? *retracts Friday dance*
My entire family is gone for two weeks and I’ve lost the ability to mark the passage of time….I have no idea what time it is or what day it is….I can only mark daylight and night time. It makes me whiney too.
At least you’re 3 hours closer to Friday than I am. Oh wait, it doesn’t matter because I still get out the same time you do. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH.
Oh quitchabitchin – baby face!
It’s Friday now.
It’s now Friday, but I thought that all day yesterday too. Asked the kids why they weren’t watching the movie they’ve been itching to see (Disney’s Tiger-Cruise) and I got the “oh mom… it’s Thursday” thing. Oh.
It better be frickin’ Friday, because if I have to spend one more day at god-forsakern Cub Scout Camp, I’ll go crazier than I already am!
(Please note that said Cub Scout Camp is obviously not god-forsaken. That would be a contradiction in terms, as we all know a “Scout is Reverent.” I have absorbed my Scout lore appropriately. And I did have a wonderful time with my son. However, I would have had a better time with my son if we were in an air-conditioned and insect-free environment, with much better food. That is all.)
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