If I were underground for years without any access to daylight, I’d still be able to determine the day of the week. It’s very simple. Every Friday, without fail, I get a headache.
While I’m whining, let me add more: I used to shave with a Gillete Mach 3 razor. In my hasty, tasty life, I switched back to my electric something-or-other. In the interest of saving time, I’ve covered* my face in pimples. I ♥hate♥ pimples. I need to get my sexy, smooth, clean-shaven face back… because the television advertisements for skin care products tell me pimples are bad, and I believe what the silver box tells me.
* NOTE: Alright, you could say I’m exaggerating. I only have three at the moment.
The Mach 3 is badass, but ungodly expensive.
As soon as I get a new job, I’m going lumberjack.
If you just got a black television, you wouldn’t have to worry about it.
But wouldn’t he be seeing ads for Jericurl and Sally beauty supply…oh. That wasn’t what you meant.
Never mind. =)
Interesting. I get my without-fail headaches on Mondays. Unless they pop by early on Sunday night. While I’m pretty sure I’ve determined the source of my Monday headaches, I’m a little perplexed by your Friday ones…