One day off.

One day off.

Now I remember why I don't go out on Sundays or Mondays; it throws off my whole week. Yesterday I was checking The Economist's website wondering why the new print edition wasn't up yet and it wasn't until 1 p.m. that I realized it was because it was Wednesday and not Thursday.

Bummer.

So now it IS Thursday, only my mind is centered on it being Friday and no amount of mental rejiggering -- the equivalent of banging on the casing of an analogue TV -- seems to be helping the matter. From this I can only deduce that when I report to the 9-to-5 tomorrow I will be wearing my jammies and wondering why no one is making me pancakes before the cartoons start.