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."
"Why are you singing that?"
"Because! It's Fri! -- Oh. Crap."