What is it about Saturday? I can wake up on Saturdays. Maybe it's because it's my "special day" -- the only day that I don't have anywhere I have to be before 10am. But here I am: Day 7, one week, half a fortnight.
So far so good? I'm thinking so. It's quarter til 7 and I'm bright-eyed. If I had a tail, I'm sure it would be bushy.