I thought it was Thursday. Went to my bar to see my favorite bartender, and she isn't there. Instead my least favorite bartender is. Instant aggravation. So I instantly turn to Golden Tee so I don't have to deal with this little blonde shithead. Front 9: -13. Literally shooting the est game of my life. Back 9: 3 double bogeys, 1 bogey, and scraped by with par on the rest even after blowing putts several times. Then I turn to video poker, which has treated me well. Toss in 5 bucks, got up to 80, felt good, and then gave every single penny back. So I throw in another 20. -poof- gone. EVERY OTHER PERSON WAS CASHING OUT WINNING. Not me though. Then work calls, and asks, and I quote, why aren't you working today? My response, it's Thursday, and I'm drinking and playing Golden Tee as I pondered a 2nd game. Then I was told it was Wednesday. Then everything made sense. Going into work on Friday should be great. (That's sarcasm)
Happy fucking Wednesday.
Happy fucking Wednesday.