Ah, Monday. How I used to dread that day. But, ever since I got my job in Japan, I find that my internal clock has just been shot to hell. My work week runs Tuesday through Saturday, so my weekend is Sunday and Monday. What most people call Monday is really Sunday to me. What most people call Sunday is really Saturday to me. I live a parallel universe, in which time is just slightly out of synch with the known universe.
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