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Ah, well let's see. It's uh... Hey Google, what day is it today? Turning first, I'm leaving on the 27. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... Oh, snap! It is not this Saturday! No way! Okay, well it's this Saturday. I'm leaving in the middle of the afternoon, so it's not going to be one of those 3 AM excursions. No freaky, freaky darkness on the plane like I'm going to notice. No dark plane traveling and no overnight overworked staff. Because the people at night time don't give a shit about you. They don't even hardly want to be there. They're sleep deprived, they're heavily buzzing off coffee. They're basically like Grade D workers. Like Grade D, you know, like the D Act in a strip club? That's kind of what the night airplane staff remind me of. Like if you fly in the middle of the night, those are some bored, pissed off people that take care of you on the plane. And so, so there's none of that that Saturday. It'll be in the middle of the afternoon. My God! It is not this Saturday! That's effed up. I guess I'm glad you asked me. I actually used my fingers to add it up or figure it out, but I thought that it was further than that. I mean the other day when I made the announcement on the net, I was already thinking 10 or 11 days. Well wait, it's passing? Okay. I guess I'm just not too used to that it's this damn Saturday. Oh shit. Okay, well then it's this Saturday. Not the one that passed, because it done passed.