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Woman wakes up one morning thinking, 'Yay! it's Friday!"

She heads into work and hops on the elevator, with her is a guy she likes and she happily proclaims, "T.G.I.F.!"
The man smiles, shakes his head and replies, "S.H.I.T."
With an even bigger smile, she repeats herself, "T.G.I.F.!
The guy shakes his head again, frowns and again says, "S.H.I.T."

Finally flustered and a bit irked, the woman snaps, "Don't you know I'm trying to tell you, "Thank God It's Friday!"?
To which the fellow replies, "Sorry Honey, It's Thursday!"
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I feel that way quite often.
Story of my life. Wife and I often look at each other and ask "What day is this?"
Back when I was a long haul driver, the days really rolled into one another and I all too often would wake up wondering what day it was and/or what town/city I was in.
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