I HATE When This Happens.

My phone rang at 7:00 this morning, which is usually Sven calling from work in London. Spitting out my night guard, I answered it and sang happily,

"I don't care if Monday's Blue, Tuesday's grey, and Wednesday, too. Thursday I don't care about you, but Friday, I'm in love."

Pause. Then,

"Why are you singing that?"

"Because! It's Fri! -- Oh. Crap."

Oh, well.