From 10pm on last night I thought today would be Saturday. I ate the last of my lunch meat for dinner (because I wouldn’t need it on a weekend), I told a Friendster person that I wouldn’t be available “tomorrow” (“Saturday”) but might be free Sunday, and I slept until quarter of noon. When I awoke, I transfered some files from my external hard drive to my laptop, in prep for “today’s” (Saturday’s) collaboration on a web site, and called my collaborator to tell her I’d be at her house in maybe a half an hour.
“Dude, it’s Friday, you’ve got to go to work!” she told me, laughing. And sure enough, she was right.