Monday came anyway and stayed all day...

I tried to pretend today was another day, but it didn't work out well. The calendar says it's Monday, all the work I had to do was scheduled for Monday and tonight is Family Home Screaming, so that makes it Monday, no doubt. Tomorrow I'm going to pretend even harder that it's Tuesday to see if I'll have better luck. (And yes, I know it actually will be Tuesday, but please don't burst my tiny little bubble of hope.) If I can pull this off, I'll become a gazillionaire and I'll retire to Florida where every day on the beach is about the same, and after frying my brain in the sun for a few days, it won't matter what day it is because my ability to discern days, hours, weeks, months, years will have faded, unlike the splotchy, liver-spotted tan I will be sporting.