Fuck! I'm really out...

[duare]

I'm serious, I was talking this evening with my father by Skype, and when was time to say goodbye he told me:

Dad: Well, I'll call you on saturday.
Me: Why saturday, that's to long... Call me on friday.
Dad: Tomorrow?
Me: Noooo... On friday.
Dad: Yeah, friday, that's tomorrow, you know, don't you?
Me: No, tomorrow it's thursday, today it's wednesday
Dad: No, today's thursday, so tomorrow it's friday.
Me: No, it's not, I don't believe you, you are trying to confuse me, and it's no funny.
Dad: Come on! I'm not joking. Today is thursday, and tomorrow is friday, my last day of job for the week, so I'm sure about it. Have a look on a calendar.
Me: (goes to look for a calendar, I know today is 19th, because it was the last day to send the application for the St. Paul's Cathedral shop, so... Oh! Fuck! Thursdays 19th, April.) Eeeehhhh...
Dad: See? It's thursday, and you don't know in which day of the week are you, hehehehee.

Yes, know, I need to start working urgently. That's not good for my mind, to much laziness in my life... Uuuuhhh... ¬¬