My head-calendar is full of FAIL

I've been laboring under the impression that today is the 17th. Today is not tomorrow, thank freaking god, because what kind of person would deliberately decrease the time in which they had to accomplish the complete mountain of work that needs to be done in one day less than there actually is? I'm Sisyphus with the freaking boulder over here - without the part about being a cruel King of Corinth, of course.

I'm going to read this tomorrow, and it's not going to make any sense. I can feel it.