It has been one of those weeks where every day is Friday.
At some point the realization that I will have to come into work the next day jars me back to the reality of what day it actually is.
Today's reality check came when I was thinking about the up coming weekend. I ordered The Plot Whisperer and it will be delivered today. Squee. My brain cleared its throat, so to speak, and let me know that I'd jumped the gun, again.
If I wake up and tomorrow isn't Friday. I'm going to rent Groundhog Day and stay home.