The reason I was late to work this morning (see my first entry from this morning) was because I thought it was Saturday. I blame this on two things:
- An idiot who was screaming at me yesterday who said it was Friday at least 4 times.
- Amy, for having a party on Thursday this week.
My alarm went off at its usual time, and did a "WTF, I forgot to turn the damned thing off this morning?" and went back to sleep. I was sleeping happily when the honey woke up at 7:15 and was all shouldn't you be at work? I told him to fuck off and die, cuz its Saturday, and went back to sleep. Two minutes later, he wakes me up again and was all, no hon, it's Friday. He drags me over to the computer where the clock says Friday.
Shit. Blondeness happens.
