They tell me it's the weekend, as if that has some meaning. Every day is the same for me. No, Judy slept until 8 am today. I think she normally gets up at like 3am to get ready for work. It takes a lot of make-up and trying-on of various clothes to look presentable enough for the bank. Some robbers might be offended if the personnel were improperly dressed. It doesn't make any difference what day it is if I don't wake up to the smell of bacon sizzling in the pan. I generally do not eat breakfast, but I can be counted on to rise like a breeching whale to the odor of fried pork fat.

Darn, no one called me in for interviews again this week. I try. Lord knows I try.
Maybe I should edit my standard cover letter, where I say "It doesn't say so on the resume, but I feel that you should know that I often have violent impulses and hear voices that command me to do ... things."
Judy thinks that sort of disclosure is detrimental to a positive work image.
I agree (and so do I).