I'm Such a Space Cadet!

So here's a conversation that happened last night:

HDG: How's it going, Ms. I-have-a-test-on-Friday?
Rex: Um yeah, about that...turns out it's not Friday, it's tomorrow.
HDG: What? Ok, I'll let you go.

I seem to have a lot of trouble with these important details. If I hadn't reread the email to see if my prof had specified a time for the exam (he hadn't), I might have blown it.

But the happy news is, it's over now and it's better this way.