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Welcome to Friday

I woke up this morning, had some breakfast, had a shower and sighed to myself as I was watching the start of the weather on TV that "ahhhh, it's still only Thursday. I wish it was the weekend so I could enjoy the sun and heat."
As I was putting my shows on, still watching the weather (it was now near the end and they were showing the forecast for the next 2 days, labelled as TOMORROW and SUNDAY.
"Hmmm, that's strange, they missed a day out..." and continued tying my shoes, still not fully woken up. I finished tying my shoes, got up and it suddenly dawned on that maybe it was Friday, not Thursday.
I checked my phone's calendar. Friday. "No way".
I wasn't convinced. I checked the date on my watch. Friday 4th February. Instead of just feeling happy, I felt concerned that I had lost a day somewhere. Still not 100% convinced, I walked out of the house, counting the days back in my head. I got to 3rd of Feburary and an irrational thought exploded in my head, dissolving any useful calculation of days. "Have I been asleep for over 24 hours. I don't feel that tired today and I did feel tired when I went to sleep. Wait.....no. 24 plus 7 is 31. Nooooooooo....25...26...27...28.......31 hours!"
So the joyous feeling of "yeeeah! Friday!" was replaced with "oh my god, have I been asleep for 31 hours"
Even on my walk to the station, I carefully examined my train ticket to see if there was a date of purchase...attempting to compound my belief that it was Friday.

Supurflous information:
I had been tired as the most of the nights this week were the first time in a while that I wished it not to be as hot. I swear it was about 40 degrees in our house. You know when you sleep with a hot water bottle to keep you warm...? With no aircon, no fan and no wind or breeze (even though the doors were wide open), I woke up about 3am on Wednesday morning with one of those nightmares that I couldn't breathe (probably by unexpectedly asphyxiating myself through drowning in excessive amounts of sweat in my sleep) and went to the freezer, where earlier I had left a bottle of water. It was now frozen. I took it back to bed (my bed had moved to the floor where it was a *tiny* bit cooler) and hugged the frozen water bottle to my chest, in what was damp and slightly painful (suffering ice burns on my neck and shoulders) but strangely relieving sleep.
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