Friday showed up right on time this morning.
Unfortunately, I overslept and nearly missed it.
And the reason I overslept is quite embarrassing. I’d like to say something like “The alarm didn’t go off,” or “I was up all night and only managed to fall asleep right before the alarm went off.”
But I’d be lying if I said any of those things.
No, the reason I overslept is because when the alarm went off this morning, I woke up feeling a bit angry at myself. “Dangit!” I said. “I forgot to turn off the alarm last night before I went to bed.”
I leaned over and turned off the alarm and then lay there. I remember being quite lucid. I debated whether I should go ahead and get up and get an early start on the day, or if I should roll over and sleep in a bit. I thought about this for a few minutes (again, quite lucidly), and then decided to roll over and go back to sleep.
The reason this turned out to be an issue is because when I woke up this morning, I thought, and believed quite strongly, that today was Saturday and that I had set my alarm last night for no reason. It is one thing to wake up and be a little confused about what day it is. It is another thing entirely to wake and believe quite strongly that it is a day that it clearly is not.
Curse you, Friday! I shall have my revenge!