I don't know why hit record. I don't know what we're supposed to be talking about in this cold open. We're just rushing to get through this one. There's so much to do. Why do Tuesdays, honestly, Tuesdays feel manic to me. Like, I can't handle it. Oh, absolutely. The mania, I cannot. I bounce from one thing to another. And when I get home, I'm like, what did I do today? Yeah, no. I think I talked to Chris for four hours.

I got up this morning. cannot. It's, I bounce from one thing to another and when I get home, I'm like, what did I do

today? Yeah, no. I think I talked to Chris for four hours. I got up this morning and I was like

laying in bed drinking my coffee and just like waking up essentially. And I did that for too long.

And then it was 9.30. And I was like, I have to go to the bookshelf in like 40 minutes and I had just completely forgotten that I needed to do that. And then I'm like rushing to like do all the things that I need to do before I have to leave. So I was five minutes late. But I still got here mostly on time. I was very impressed. And I didn't speed. There were cops everywhere this morning. Oh yeah. Elon's gotten a ticket before. I've gotten a ticket once on my way to the bookshop, and it was in 2015. It was a long time ago. And have not since, because I know where the speed zones are. But I saw three different people pulled over on my way to Thomasville this morning. Oh, wow. Yeah. Two by motorcycles, and then one regular car. Yikes. Yeah. On October 1st. They're not even trying to meet their car. No. It was all once I crossed into Georgia. Maybe they thought it was September 31st because I've been there. We've all been there. Oh, goodness. One of my friends made a, I don't even want to talk about what the

post was, it was a very sad post, but mentioned a date in her Instagram caption that was

August 32nd. And it was clearly a typo, but I was also just like, oh dear. But now I'm making a joke

about this sad house. And here we are. But I'm making a joke about this sad. Yeah.

And here we are.

But I've been there.

We've all been there. Dates are hard to keep track of. They are. I literally have to sing the song to myself. Or the poem, right? 30 days, half September, April, June, and November. All the rest of 31. Except February. Me. Right. Just 28. You.

But I mean just days of the week sometimes.

Oh, for sure.

Well, because like, me, she's 28. You. But I mean just days of the week sometimes.

Oh, for sure.

Well, because like your schedule is mostly regular, but irregular for most people where your days off are Sunday, Monday.

Right.

It's very confusing to me as a person.

Right.

Still. So you're like a day skewed from the rest of the working world.

I'm a teacher at a university, which means I don't work every day. Yeah. I work on Monday and

Wednesday. Work here every other Tuesday. Thursday and Friday are usually the days that I'm

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