I don't know if it's just me but the older I get, the more trouble I have remembering what day it is. And I don't mean in a doddering old man wandering off from the home way (although I strongly think those days arent too far away)
For some reason I thought Tuesday was Thursday. I don't know why. I should've known better because here at the Fox every Tuesday is a Two For Tuesday. We don't have Two For Thursdays here. But bang! It was in my head that Tuesday was Thursday.
As a matter of fact, now that I think about it I thought last Saturday was Sunday. I came down to the radio station to do my regular Sunday chores and then realized it was Saturday. I was relieved that I had one more day of weekend left, and then pissed that I had squandered my Saturday doing Sunday stuff.