It doesn't feel like Friday.
That's about all I have to say.
If it feels like anything, it feels like Sunday.
Maybe the whole change back to standard time has finally hit me.
Or maybe I just had a dream about it being Sunday.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not sad or upset that today is Friday,
I just don't like when a day sneaks up on me like that.
It just hit me.
Today is actually Friday.
How weird is that.
Well, anyway, I'm going back to bed.
No telling what weird ass dream I'll have now.
Just as long as I don't have the one about the talking kittens again.
See you in church.