I wrote this poem while cozy in bed this morning on my iPhone. I'm so clever.

Good morning, Saturday
How awkward for me to wake up next to you when I fell asleep with Friday
Granted, I crawled into bed with Friday in a drunken stupor, it was
late and dark.
And all I really cared about was
warmth and solace.
But i usually remember these things.
I hope I didn't do anything I'll regret.
Please don't be jealous
But I have plans with Sunday,
tomorrow.